The Principal Speaks
During the student showcase, the principal gave his usual speech. Then he looked toward the back row—at Carla.
“I know you,” he said.
Carla laughed nervously. “I’m sorry?”
“You’re Carla,” he continued. “I knew their mother. Very well. She volunteered here, raised money here, and spoke often about the funds she set aside for her children’s milestones. She wanted them protected.”
Carla’s face drained. “This is not your business.”
“It became my business when I heard one of my students almost skipped prom because she was told there was no money for a dress.”
The room murmured.
He pointed at me. “Then I heard her younger brother made one by hand from their late mother’s clothing.”
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