I expected him to apologize on my behalf or promise it wouldn’t happen again. Instead, he placed a gentle hand on my shoulder and looked at me warmly. “She’s growing, learning who she is,” he said with a calm smile.
“And I’m glad she feels safe enough to express herself.”
The room fell silent for a moment as his words settled gently in the air. The principal softened, realizing the conversation wasn’t really about rules but about understanding. She finally nodded and said she would make an exception as long as I stayed respectful and focused.Continue reading…
