In my ten years as an elementary school teacher, Mikey is the biggest “problem child” I’ve ever had. I feel terribly that it’s taken me weeks to arrange this meeting.
I usually try to ignore my coworkers’ gossip, but I couldn’t help but to overhear.
Apparently Mikey’s mother ran off with another man, leaving his father the sole caregiver. It was rumored that he had since become an alcoholic.
I want to make the most of this conference. I want to help Mikey as much as I can.
I’ll ask why he’s always late to class, I’ll ask why his grades are so atrocious, I’ll ask why he bullies the other kids.
But most importantly, I think, as I pull into his driveway and unholster my pistol:
I’ll ask how Mikey got those bruises.
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