My Daughter’s Bullies Visited Her Hospital Room Every Day—Then One of Them Asked, “Do You Really Have No Idea What She Did?”
For hours, I had been thinking:
My daughter is extraordinary.
Then another thought came.
She should never have needed to become extraordinary in order to be treated decently.
Kindness was not payment for dignity.
Keeping secrets did not erase harassment.
Helping Travis with grief did not mean Travis’s cruelty became understandable enough to excuse.
Madeline was allowed to be angry.