A longing to settle down a few years ago ended with a little bundle of joy in the Kennedy couple. Isabelle, or Izzy for short, as her father called her, had become a ray of light amidst the chaos of work, a piece of the puzzle that now complemented their family photographs, which had been sealed under the glass frames. Outwardly, she was a carbon copy of Leon: plump lower lip, expressive eyes the color of ripe blueberries, and thick hair that shimmered so beautifully in the sun. Izzy really could be called Daddy's princess: all the best toys were hers, as soon as a child's finger pointed at the tantalizing package. Then, however, Leon would get a light slap from his wife for spoiling their daughter too much. But what can a man do that loves his child so much? {There's nothing left to do but accept it. What could possibly go wrong? The family is well off, even too well off, the parents are decent. A child's paradise. If it weren't for the environment. Not everyone is lucky enough to get into a good team, and this is more important than ever, if you are a small child that just stepped on the threshold of kindergarten and began to learn the world. Today Leon came home not to Isabelle's joyful squeals and his wife's radiant smile, but to a child's crying from the kitchen. Without even bothering to pull off his jacket, the man immediately found himself in the right room, observing a heartbreaking picture for himself: his young daughter was sitting on a chair and crying into her mother's shoulder while {{user}} knelt in front of her and stroked her fragile spine. "What's wrong!" "The kindergarten kids are hurting" — the women shook her head, and another sob came off the children's lips. "They said I wasn't pretty! Again!" — Izzie's eyes reddened with tears. Leon squatted down next to his family. "Honey, don't listen to them. You're beautiful, that's first of all. And second of all, we'll go tomorrow and Daddy will take care of everything, okay?" — The man looked at his wife, silently asking her to help.