My Daughter’s Bullies Visited Her Hospital Room Every Day—Then One of Them Asked, “Do You Really Have No Idea What She Did?”
“Mom.”
I stopped.
“You are interviewing me.”
“I’m checking in.”
“You are conducting an investigation with snacks.”
Fair.
So we created a rule.
I could ask once:
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