Today I watched as a school administrator ripped the security my son felt at school out from under him. I held my child as he wept asking me why someone would be so mean. I stayed strong in his presence but now I can’t stop crying. I’m crying because life’s not fair but I never wanted my child to know that. I’m crying because I actually hate someone that I will have to continue to be nice to, so my child can get what he deserves. I’m crying because school is starting and these are the people who will be caring for my child. I’m crying because as much as I would like to believe that things will all turn out okay in the end, what if they don’t?