He promised to investigate.
And this time, I wasn’t going to wait around.
During the following days, Sofia did not return to school.
I took her to the park.
We walk together.
We don’t talk much… but we share more.
And little by little, something began to change.
On the third day, Sofia took my hand without me asking her to.
On the fourth day, he smiled as he watched a dog run after a ball.
On the fifth day…
river.
It wasn’t a loud laugh.
But it was real.
And I felt something inside me being rebuilt.
A week later, the school called me.
They had checked the cameras.
Spoken with other parents.
And discovered more than I imagined.
Sofia wasn’t the only one being harassed.
There were at least three other children.
And the teacher… knew it.
But he chose to ignore it.
He was immediately suspended.
And a formal process began.
When I hung up the phone, I remained silent.
Not out of sadness.
But not because of that strange feeling of having almost seen nothing.
Had they continued, believing that everything was fine.
That night, when Alejandro returned, I told him everything.
He remained silent for several seconds.
Then he approached Sofia, knelt in front of her and, for the first time, said nothing.
He just hugged her.
And Sofia…
He did not step aside.
She clung to him tightly.
As if he could finally let go of something he had been carrying for far too long.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
Alejandro looked up at me.
And in her eyes, I saw something different.
It wasn’t just tranquility.
It was a commitment.
From that day on, things changed.
Not all at once.
Not perfectly.
But they changed.
Sofia started going to a new school.
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