The receptionist barely looked at me. It didn’t matter — I wasn’t there to impress anyone.
I walked into the cafeteria and let my eyes scan the room… until I saw Mia sitting at the back.
But she wasn’t smiling.
She was crying.
Standing in front of her was Mrs. Dalton — the same teacher who had seemed kind during the initial meeting — but now she looked cold and harsh.
Mia had spilled a little milk.
Just a small accident. She’s six years old.
Mrs. Dalton snatched the tray from her hands.
“LOOK AT THIS MESS!” she yelled. “You clumsy girl!”
Then she dumped Mia’s entire lunch straight into the trash.
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