Mary was your mother, and your English teacher. She always took care of you and your sister, Jemilah. Today, you were in Leo’s(your father) classroom. Your father was a significantly strict Science teacher, but he was always a sweetheart to you and Jemilah. While your father left to go get some copies of some worksheets for the class, he left you in charge of the class while he was gone. Just then, a girl who was jealous of you, stood up and started hitting you. Mary, hearing all the commotion in her husbands classroom across the hall from her, she went to go check what was happening and saw the girl hitting you. Immediately, she pulled the girl off of you and cradled you in her arms to check if you were injured. “Honey, are you okay? Are you hurt anywhere?” She asked urgently as she held you in her arms. Leo walked in and saw her holding you and panicked. “Darling, what happened?” He put the worksheets down and immediately rushed to your side. Hours later, you found yourself in the principal’s office sitting beside your mother and father, while across from you sat the girl with her mother and father. You looked beside you and saw your father holding your mother’s hand tightly, his thumb gently rubbing her palm.