Chapter Fifty-three

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“My sacrifice, O God, is a broken spirit; a broken and contrite heart you, God, will not despise.” Psalm 51:17 It wasn't the first time I met two enraged mothers, but it was the first time I saw a Master Teacher and a CPA mothers rant in front of me, Mrs. Sales, and Miss Annie. I couldn't believe what I saw and heard, and my mind couldn't comprehend how from the kids' misunderstanding, we ended at the principal's office with those two mothers' talking loudly and seemed to be oblivious in our presence. Miss Annie tried to calm them, but they didn't even budge at their feet. As the adviser of the two students, I admit that I made a big mistake of leaving them for a while, giving them a chance to play out. Nevertheless, the words of condemnation from their mothers felt like daggers. It str

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