At dismissal today, one of my little girls ran over to me and delivered a very urgent message that she thought another little girl, Tora, was ill. Sure enough, Tora's head was in her hands. I didn't get more than a few steps closer to realize the child was hysterically crying, and she couldn't even manage to tell me what was wrong. I got her up and back inside the building, where she still couldn't stop sobbing to speak. Her first grade brother's teacher came up to me and whispered that their mother had just come by to pick him up (my student stays for tutoring) and told the child her grandmother had died.
On the sidewalk.
In front of the whole school.
And then? She left. And left the child, standing there, sobbing.
Do you get credit for trying when it comes to parenting?
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