I have written about my worst fear before. The fear of my sons school start. The fear of him being the misunderstood. The bully. The punk-ass kid no one likes. The disliked child.
The first 6 weeks went like heaven! The school didn’t understand my worries, because it went so well.
Well, then things turned. In a heartbeat.
Now he is the bully. He needs to be watched to protect another child.
I just don’t understand this. But I am not shrugging it off as an innocent thing either. I don’t understand his actions, and he can not explain them either.
Well, he is six years old.
He is not a demon child out to hurt anyone. He is not being cruel because he likes it. He just don’t understand certain social codes.
So before the fall break I spoke to his school and I had faith in the…
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