“You think the rules don’t apply to you because you’re sweet and everyone likes you? Let me tell you something, little girl—being cute won’t get you far in life.”
I could hear my baby sniffling, trying not to cry.
Crying won’t help you. If you can’t behave, you’ll spend recess inside!”
There was a rustling sound, maybe Lily wiping her face, followed by more silence. Then, like a slap across my chest, I heard the teacher mutter under her breath:
“You’re just like Emma… always trying to be perfect.”
Emma?
My name?
That’s when it clicked. This wasn’t a stranger lashing out. This wasn’t a teacher having a bad day.
This was personal!Continue reading…
