There was something about this young man I never quite trusted.
A subtle discomfort I hadn’t named until then.
Yet, his quick, fearless reaction contradicted every unease I’d carried about him.
Throwing into question not just how I saw him.
But how well I knew the people close to my daughter.
Our weekdays are a patchwork of routines.
Work from dawn to dusk, school runs.
Preparing meals, checking homework.
Between meetings and errands, I scrape together time.
Trying to keep her safe in a world that’s always a step unpredictable.
Her friendship with this boy had always been a thorny point.
He came from a different part of town.
His family had a harsher reputation than ours.
Which made me wary.
Though I tried not to show it openly.
The school system holds subtle power in these small lives.
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