Zero Tolerance, Real Boundaries: A Mother’s Stand After Her Son Fights Back

I grew up in, Mr. Hayes,” I said. The room went quiet. I didn’t raise my voice; I didn’t have to. “I grew up in state care. I lived in six different houses before I was twelve. Do you know what the number one rule was? Don’t be a problem.”

I leaned over the desk, planting my hands on the polished wood.

“I was taught that if someone hurt me, and I fought continue reading …