For two long years, I watched my daughter come home from school looking just a little smaller than she had that morning. Sometimes it was because someone had mocked her clothes; other times, because someone had hidden her backpack. Once, someone even wrote a cruel word across her locker in permanent marker.
And every time I asked what had happened, Madeline gave me the same tired answer. “They will get bored eventually, Mom,” she whispered. I desperately wanted to believe her words. …
For two long years, I watched my daughter come home from school looking just a little smaller than she had that morning. Sometimes it was because someone had mocked her clothes; other times, because someone had hidden her backpack. Once, someone even wrote a cruel word across her locker in permanent marker. Read More
