I spent the rest of the day preparing, gathering documents and notes, trying to anticipate the questions and concerns that might arise. The anticipation was almost unbearable, the weight of it pressing down on me as I waited for the meeting to come.
Finally, the day arrived, and I found myself sitting across from a panel of teachers, their expressions a mix of concern and professionalism. They assured me that my daughter was present and participating in her classes, but the unease in their voices was unmistakable.
« Is there anything we should know about at home? » one of the teachers asked gently, their words probing for a deeper truth. I hesitated, unsure of what to say, how much to reveal.
« I just want to make sure she’s okay, » I replied, my voice steady despite the turmoil inside.
