In that moment, something inside me broke.
I walked forward.
Mrs. Dalton barely looked at me before dismissing me with irritation, assuming I was a maintenance worker because of the clothes I wore.
When I calmly told her that Mia was my daughter, her attitude only grew sharper. She glanced at my hoodie and sneakers with open disdain.
“Parents who dress like that should think carefully before enrolling their kids here,” she said coldly. “This school has standards.”
Before I could answer, the principal, Mr. Carter, hurried into the room after hearing the raised voices.
Instead of asking what had happened, he immediately addressed me as though I were causing the problem.
Then he looked at my face more carefully.
Recognition slowly spread across his expression.
His tone changed instantly.
But by that point the truth had already begun to surface.
Several children quietly admitted that Mrs. Dalton had behaved this way for a long time. Students—especially those attending on scholarships—had been embarrassed, scolded, and sometimes denied meals for small mistakes.
Some had even stopped eating in the cafeteria altogether.
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