I am a homeroom teacher who has brought out three consecutive Valedictorians. One night, the parent of the top student in our class suddenly posted a few pages of a diary in the Parent-Teacher Facebook Group. [Class monitor explained the math problem to me, his logic is so clear, I admire him so much...] [He gave me an eraser with little stars on it, I will use it well.] Following were three 60-second voice messages in a row. "Everyone look, what is the grade's top student thinking about every day?" "Full brain is all men oh!" "Everyday thinking about seducing men, what kind of cheap stuff is inside her head!" Parents in the group persuaded one after another to respect the child's privacy. But next second, she directly posted a video in the group. ... Chapter 1 At 10:30 PM, my phone vibrated crazily. The class group chat was suddenly spammed. [@Miss Parker, you come out for me!] [Why did Lily drop two points in this exam?!] [Is it you guys didn't explain clearly? Or she simply didn't study in school?] I was stunned. Lily is the student I admire most, has always been the unshakeable number one in the grade. I immediately typed to explain and comfort. [Hello Mrs. Baker, this exam's overall difficulty is higher than last time, the grade average score has dropped.] [Lily is still number one in the grade, her performance is very stable, please don't be anxious.] Next second, her words were like dynamite. [Don't talk to me about average score! What does others' score have to do with me?] I sighed, originally thought this was just a mother's excessive anxiety about grades. Just wanted to comfort her, but Mrs. Baker suddenly threw out a few photos. It was an open diary, I recognized Lily's neat handwriting on it. [Class monitor explained the math problem to me, his logic is so clear, I admire him so much...] [He gave me an eraser with little stars on it, I will use it well.] Following was a long voice message, tone sharp and piercing. [See that? This is the good student you guys thought, head full of these dirty, shameless things!] [Thinking about men all day long! Mind not on studying, no sense of shame! Heart holding these dirty things, no wonder grades dropped!] When seeing the diary, I was angry to trembling hands. These are the most normal thoughts, most normal feelings of a teenage girl. I immediately typed, tone tough. [@Mrs. Baker, please withdraw immediately! This is the child's privacy, if you have questions please private message me!] Other parents in the group also persuaded. [Posting child's diary in group, not too appropriate right...] Mrs. Baker retorted fiercely. [Not appropriate? Is it appropriate for her to write these shameless things?] [Diary counts as what privacy? When she came out of my stomach, why didn't she say she wanted privacy?] Unreasonable! I immediately exited the group chat, dialed her phone. Phone was picked up, her sharp voice pierced through the receiver. "Miss Parker, your school atmosphere has problems, boys and girls mixing together every day!" "How hard is it for me to raise her alone, she actually has such cheap thoughts in school!" I suppressed my anger: "Lily is very good, you need to trust her." "Trust? Don't give me this useless talk!" She directly interrupted me, "I see it's your loose management, or you took some benefits from those male students, helping to cover up right?" Her tone was vicious to the extreme. Not waiting for me to reply, the phone was hung up fiercely. I didn't even recover from that vicious speculation, phone vibrated again. Mrs. Baker, posted a video in the class group. In the video, Lily wore an old school uniform washed to white, kneeling straight on the cold concrete floor. She lowered her head, using a voice without fluctuation, repeated over and over. "I was wrong, I shouldn't score low, I shouldn't think about men..." Outside the camera, was her mother's malicious voice. "Say it yourself, this behavior of yours, shameless or not?" Lily's expression numb, eyes empty, tightly scratching the seam of pant leg, tears sliding from eye corner. "...I am shameless." In the video background, was cracked concrete floor, faded plastic stool, and a chipped enamel basin. My tears instantly came down. I finally understood why Lily always lowered her head in school, why never participated in any after-school activities, why uniform sleeves always pulled to the bottom. This video thoroughly detonated the parent group. [xx Mom: This is too excessive! How can treat child like this?!] [xx Dad: Mrs. Baker, education is not taught like this! Child has self-esteem!] But Mrs. Baker didn't allow rebuttal, bit whoever she caught. Finally she @ that male parent who helped speak. [@xx Dad, why are you so excited?] [Did you fancy my Lily?] [Or this little slut also seduced you in school?] This bottomless, groundless rumor malicious speculation came out, the whole class group, instantly dead silent. No one dared to speak again. No one wants to provoke a mad dog. I only felt a bone-chilling cold rising from the soles of my feet. A mother, could actually use such dirty imagination, to publicly slander her own biological daughter. I trembled hands, repeatedly dialed Mrs. Baker's phone, wanting to stop her behavior. No answer. After a few times, Mrs. Baker directly blocked my number. Huge absurdity and powerlessness, swallowed my whole person. Chapter 2 Monday morning, I stepped into the classroom. I saw many students intentionally or unintentionally sweeping the corner, with curiosity and sympathy. The storm stirred up in the class group over the weekend, ripples not yet settled. I looked at Lily worriedly. She wore a set of old school uniform washed to white, face pale, head buried very low. Her deskmate lowered voice to remind her. "Lily, today is Open House, Miss Parker said to wear white top, why didn't you wear it?" I just walked to her side, hearing this, my heart thumped. Just wanted to say I have spare white T-shirts in my office, Lily spoke first. Lily's shoulders shrank a bit, voice very small. "I told my mom yesterday... she said bring it before class." My brows locked tight. If her mom is coming today, I must have a good talk with her. Open House is about to begin, in the back rows, visiting parents and other teachers took seats one after another. Lily's body tensed tighter, she gripped the pen, but eyes glanced anxiously at the door from time to time. "Bang——!" The moment the class bell rang, the back door of the classroom was pushed open fiercely. Lily's mother barged in. She clutched a yellowed old white shirt in her hand, looked around, walked straight to Lily's desk. Sharp complaining voice resounded through the whole classroom. "You debt collector!" "Do you know how many people I begged to borrow this ragged shirt? I went out before dawn, knocking door to door!" "My old face is all lost! Just for you, do you know?" "You still don't study hard, repay me well in the future!" Students were dumbfounded, parents and teachers in the back row locked brows, looking at each other. Lily's face lost all color, head hung lower, wishing to drill into the ground on the spot. Mrs. Baker stuffed that white shirt into her arms. "Still dazing for what? Hurry put it on, don't delay class!" Lily's body trembled, whispered begging: "Mom, can I go to the restroom to change..." "Go what restroom?" Her mother's volume suddenly rose: "Class bell rang, can study wait?" "Every second counts understand? Change right here, quick!" "You a little child, no ghost in heart, have what shameful? Ah? What you hiding? Fear what looking?" I quickly stepped forward, blocked in front of Lily, trying to use body to separate that suffocating gaze. "Mrs. Baker, please calm down, don't affect class..." "Get out? Based on what I get out?" She pushed me away, strength surprisingly big, voice full of twisted desire to persuade. "Miss Parker, you are also a teacher, you say. Is so-called face important, or seizing time to study important? Ah?" "Let her say herself, is it she insisted on wearing white shirt? I satisfied her, what is she still dawdling for?" Lily's tears swirled in eyes: "Mom, I beg you, I go out change, one minute is enough..." Mrs. Baker suddenly looked around, looked at the leaders in the back row, proudly said. "Must change here!" "I just want everyone to see, how my family Lily fights for every second!" "Let some spoiled, mind floating students see, what is the look a student should have!" Voice not fallen, Lily closed eyes in despair, she trembled hands picking up the shirt, trying to put it on over the uniform. But the shirt was too tight, her movements clumsy and difficult. Mrs. Baker raged again, caught off guard, a slap fiercely hit on Lily's face. "Idiot! Why pull so hard?" "This clothes is I borrowed, you stretch it deformed, what I use to return people?" "You have no gratitude in heart! You don't heartache me, also don't heartache other's things?" Finished, she grabbed Lily's uniform with both hands, savagely lifted up. "Take off uniform, wear shirt directly! Quick!" Students faces all shock and discomfort, one by one lowered heads, chose not to look. Class monitor clenched fists, stood up, but was pulled tight by his deskmate. "Mrs. Baker, you stop!" I could no longer maintain calm, dead grabbed her arm: "You can't do this, this is a classroom!" Mrs. Baker's expression suddenly sank, mouth corners down glaring at me. "I change clothes for my daughter violate which law?" I angrily shouted back. "Lily is already big, she needs respect!" "Teenager kid understand what respect, grades are the biggest respect!" "Can't test into good high school, looked down by people for a lifetime——" Finished, she fiercely threw away my hand, I stumbled hit the table corner beside. And Mrs. Baker used force with both hands, directly tore off the thin uniform on Lily! My brain buzzed. Too late to react waist hit painful, I hugged the girl, quickly put that shirt on her, blocked all sight. Lily motionless, let me manipulate. She didn't cry, didn't scream. In extreme shame, expression was total despair and numbness, only silent trembling. In the classroom, filled with strong unbearableness. Parents and leaders in back row some shook heads, some showed disgust and helplessness. Done all this, Lily's mother tidied her messy hair. She walked to the leader side, sat down in empty seat self-righteously, fawning smiled. "Leaders, laughed at, child not sensible." "Now conditions too good, move not move talk about dignity. When we were young where care this? I do this all for her good." Chapter 3 Open House just ended, I immediately chased out, stopped her in the corridor. "Mrs. Baker, please stay." I took a deep breath, forced down anger in heart. "We must talk, I think your education method treating Lily, I feel has big problem." Mrs. Baker turned around, arms crossed, mouth corner pulled out cold sneer. "My method has problem?" "If not you there fake benevolence blocking, my daughter early wore clothes sat well!" She stepped forward, aggressive. "Open House, how important face showing chance, just like this ruined by you! Do you know how big impact on my daughter?" I simply about to be laughed by this black white reversed logic. "No matter out of what reason, child is independent individual, she also has dignity and privacy..." My words seemed to ignite her, her voice instantly sharp piercing. This movement, made other classes also look over through window. "I raised her so big, provide her study, she has to listen to me! Don't say change clothes in public——" "Even I strip her naked let her kneel in school, you also can't manage!" Her eyes vicious, looking at my face becoming stiff, seemed very satisfied. Reasoning with a madman is useless. I gave up arguing, changed a way, tried to make tone gentle. "Mrs. Baker, we don't talk right or wrong. I just want to say, recently Lily's state not too good. Have you thought, child might have depression tendency, you..." "Depression?!" These words like stepped on her tail, she instantly exploded, voice suddenly rose high. "Bullsh*t! Miss Parker who you cursing?" She came up pull my hair: "My daughter very good! Grade first depression what?" "I see is you self psychology dark, life unfortunate, can't see us mother daughter good!" I grabbed her wrist, forced myself keep calm, insist my stand. "If really has psychological problem, early find early intervene is good thing. Can go see psychologist..." "Psychologist? Pah!" She roughly interrupted me, spit on my face, face full of disdain. "What depression, all western spread poison thought! We childhood who not beaten big? How didn't see so many diseases!" "All idle out diseases, is excuse trash find for themselves!" Suddenly, she looked at me with venomous eyes, made my hair stand on end. "If my daughter really has any problem——" "That is also you this kind teacher, everyday instill her what self, dignity trash thoughts!" Voice not fallen, she fiercely hit my shoulder, squeezed past me. Shoulder hit painful, but more heavy is that giant stone in heart. I thoroughly understood, with this woman, simply unable communicate. Before I thought she was ignorant. No. She is very sober, she knows her behavior will make Lily embarrassed. But still did so. Chapter 4 After Open House day, Lily's soul like pumped away. In class her eyes unfocused. When roll call she stood up like electric shock, lips trembling, couldn't say a word. Her face paler day by day. Until that day break, I saw her back neck collar exposed a patch of deep purple bruise. My heart fiercely sank. A bad premonition spread in heart. I must go to her home look, personal eyes see exactly what environment she lives in. I applied for formal Home Visit to school. Lily's home is in an old community. Mrs. Baker opened door seeing me, face instantly sank, raised hand want close door. I hurriedly blocked: "Mrs. Baker, I come to report good news!" "School has a city speech contest, Lily very likely win prize, prize money has $1,500!" Her eyes from vigilant to suspicious, hearing $1,500 prize money, eyes became greedy. Living room narrow dim, table still set with bowls and chopsticks. Lily was lowering head, bowl was piled with greasy meat slices. Mrs. Baker glanced at her, suddenly knocked her head with chopsticks. "Look what look? Eat all. Can't test into good high school, is because your picky fault!" Wait Lily finished eating, we walked into the room. Narrow space set two beds, Lily and her mom live in one room. Closet covered by a cloth curtain, all drawers not locked, glance all view. I closed door, softly asked her: "Lily, recently pressure too big?" Lily didn't speak, tears fell first. I heartachingly walked over, gently rolled up her wide uniform sleeves. Shocking sight. New old overlapped scars, have blue purple bruises, also have just left not long, burning red swelling. "Lily, these wounds... how matter?" Her body uncontrollably trembled. I said nothing, just heartachingly hugged her into arms. Lily long suppressed emotion finally burst in my arms: "Miss Parker... is my mom beat." My heart suddenly tightened: "She... always treat you like this?" Lily's tears rolling down, face was a miserable smile uglier than crying. "Exam didn't get full score, grades dropped, all deserve beat." She stroked a new wound on arm, voice numb. "Yesterday night sleeping, I... my breathing sound too heavy, she said I was sighing, complaining her. She used data cable, stroke by stroke whip on my body." I dead hugged her trembling body, lowered voice, but incomparable firm. "Don't fear, this is abuse! Teacher will help you, you must leave this environment..." Lily however in my arms despair shaking head. "How help? She is mom ah..." She repeated, like convincing me, also like convincing herself. "She is my mom ah..." "Bang——!" Suddenly, room door was fiercely kicked open!
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