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The teacher blinked. “Excuse me?”
“You separated her from the group,” I said. “You made her face a wall while everyone else was invited to be part of the conversation. You turned her into a problem instead of a child who missed her parent. So I’m asking who made that call.”
I nodded slowly. “You’re right. They don’t exempt them from expectations. But they should earn them a little compassion.”
I turned to Rosie. “Sweetheart, go get your backpack.”
She hesitated, glancing at the teacher.
“It’s okay,” I said. “You didn’t do anything wrong.”
She moved quickly, grabbing her pink backpack from the hook, her hands shaking as she did.
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