No wonder the kids turned to look at the entrance with disgust and disbelief. One of them crossed his arms and scoffed, “What are you shouting about? That’s Miss Laura’s boyfriend. Like she said, you're really a liar! You don’t have a dad. You're just making stuff up so people will play with you.”
The other children nodded in agreement, their faces full of judgment.
Suddenly, one kid lunged while I wasn’t looking. He shoved my daughter hard, and she fell to the ground.
I rushed to her, lifting her trembling body in my arms. Her palms were scraped open, blood oozing from both hands. Her little face twisted in pain, and my heart broke right along with it.
Meanwhile, the boy who pushed her clapped his hands like he’d just won a prize.
“I helped the teacher punish the bad kid! I’m a hero!”
My fury exploded, and I moved toward him, ready to teach him a lesson myself. But before I could say a word, the director rushed over and stepped between us, plastering on a smile to play peacemaker.
Elaine's POV
“This is just kids playing around,” the kindergarten director said with a forced smile. “A simple talk should be enough.”