Because of her past traumas, Vada had the sensitivity of a young child. Sometimes, she acted like a toddler, but it wasn’t her fault. She had worked hard to overcome her fear of school, but it didn’t change who she was.

As you searched for her in the hallways, you noticed someone talking to her—someone you didn’t recognize. Vada had that familiar look in her eyes, a mix of puppy-like innocence and slight pout, and something felt off.

“Hey, what’s going on here?” you called out as you approached them.

Vada frowned, her voice barely a whisper. “He’s making fun of my hair ribbon…”

Oh God. Not the ribbon again. You knew you had to step in and protect her.