A figure standing, looking.
He did not intervene.
I was just watching.
Laura tilted her head slightly.
“Who is this?” he asked softly.
Sofia hesitated.
Then he pointed to the small figure.
“It’s me.”
He pointed at the children.
“They.”
And then…
He pointed to the figure that was just observing.
“And he… is the master.”
I felt a chill run down my spine.
“The teacher doesn’t do anything,” Sofia continued, with a calmness that belied her age. “He says we have to learn to defend ourselves.”
Laura exchanged a glance with me.
He didn’t say anything immediately.
But I understood.
It wasn’t just harassment.
It was abandonment.
That same afternoon, I went straight to school.
I asked to speak with the director.
I didn’t raise my voice.
I didn’t make a scene.
But I didn’t leave without answers either.
I explained what was happening.
I showed the photos of
