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“Her Silence, Our Failure: A Wake-Up Call for Every Parent”
Posting on behalf of someone:
My daughter is six years old and is in grade one. We live about a kilometer away from school, so everyday a man whom we are familiar with takes her to school and returns her home in the afternoon because both my husband and I are working, and we leave home early, just after she goes to school.
One day when I was at work, I received a call from her class teacher requesting me to avail myself there as soon as possible.
“What happened to Angel?” I questioned anxiously.
“Nothing to panic about, just make sure you come before we break up for the day.”
Of course I panicked. This had to do with my daughter, and I was worried sick about her. I immediately excused myself from work and hurriedly took the first transport available. I burst into the classroom panting and sweating.
“Mama Angel,” the teacher started. “We will talk about this privately.” She led the way to an empty office, and I followed meekly.
“Do you see your child off when she comes to school?” Was her first question.
I didn’t know where this was leading to, so I just replied with a short “Yes.”
