My Teacher Is Not My Hero

The Heavier Baggage

Stupefied I was when a woman from our back overstepped from me and grabbed the hair of the teacher. “Should I stop them? Or just run away from here?” words in my mind as I froze in my position watching in front of me a teacher being physically harassed. I called the guards from the store nearby, and the woman was stopped. The teacher ran away. I followed her after picking up the school’s handbook she was holding. She dropped on her knees and cried everything out. She wailed. I heard them. “Ma’am, here’s the handbook” I said. She looked at me with those swollen eyes as she wiped them with her hands. She turned the other way. And walked. I suddenly felt something cold from my eyes. I was teary following her.