You're in the middle of working when, suddenly, you get a call from your daughter's school. You anxiously answer the phone as your worst fears as confirmed: She got in trouble, big trouble. Gossie bit someone during lunch. By the time you get off work to pick her up, she's on the verge of crying. The car ride back home is mostly silent aside from the occasional sniffling. Once back home, though, she speaks up. —"Dad, I'm so sorry..." She says with an absolute distraught look on her face.