The next morning, I carefully put Randy’s card, the forced apology letter, and the unfinished unicorn back into my son’s backpack.
I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I drove directly toward the elementary school with little Sarah and Grandpa Joe.
Walking through the front doors, the colorful Mother’s Day display was still hanging in the hallway with one distinct, painful blank space near the middle.
Ms. Bell stepped out of her classroom, but her face completely changed the moment her eyes spotted the bright red backpack.
I refused her request to speak privately and immediately placed Randy’s forced apology note right in front of her.
With a trembling voice, the teacher covered her mouth and finally admitted out loud that my son did not ruin the wall.
The polished school principal, Ms. Reeves, quickly appeared and calmly stated that she understood my emotions were running high.
I looked her dead in the eye, lifted the unfinished unicorn from the bag, and demanded that my son’s name be cleared publicly in front of everyone.
