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Just then, my phone rang. It was the school teacher. She was yelling, “Mrs. Baker, your
daughter’s acting crazy, she’s attacking other
kids. Get here now! This is serious!”
I didn’t want to listen to her ranting, so I hung
up, told the officer I wasn’t settling, and that
I’d be pressing charges. Then I sped to the
school.
I found Lily sitting alone in the classroom.
“Sweetie, mommy’s here!”
She looked up and started crying. She had a
bump on her forehead, bite marks on her
arms, and her fingers were bleeding. “Honey,
are you okay? Let me clean you up.”
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I always carried antiseptic and band–aids in
my bag.
After cleaning her up, I gently asked what
happened.
“When I woke up, I wanted to go to the
bathroom, and Tiffany blocked me. We
argued, and she called mommy a mistress.
She said I don’t have a dad. I told her I do.
Then Emily told her she can’t say bad words,
and Tiffany pushed her. I saw it, and then I
pushed Tiffany and we started fighting. Then
the teacher stopped us and told me I was bad
and made me sit here. She took Tiffany
away.”
I was so angry, I almost lost it. I really didn’t
want to make a scene in school, but if they
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didn’t explain themselves, I was going to go
full nuclear.
I held Lily’s hand and walked to the principal’s office. I heard laughing inside. I remembered
Patricia saying she was someone not to mess
with.
My husband was away a lot. I paid a lot to send Lily to this expensive school. I was trying to give her better care. But it wasn’t like that, especially not after Mrs. Johnson came in. And the principal was her aunt! This was just to benefit her family.
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