My Daughter’s Bullies Visited Her Hospital Room Every Day—Then One of Them Asked, “Do You Really Have No Idea What She Did?”

The answer came immediately.

Then Madeline’s voice behind me.

“Let him in, Mom.”

I turned.

“He knocked your books onto the floor.”

“I remember.”

“You don’t owe him kindness because you’re sick.”

“I’m not paying a debt.”