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 the bruises.
I talked about the drawing.
I spoke of silence.
And for the first time in a long time… someone listened.
The director looked serious.
He promised to investigate.
And this time, I wasn’t going to wait around.
During the following days, Sofia did not return to school.
I took her to the park.
We walk together.
We don’t talk much… but we share more.
And little by little, something began to change.
On the third day, Sofia took my hand without me asking her to.
On the fourth day, he smiled
