Gemotions

It felt like a premonition. The email announcing Mr. Harding as her daughter's second-grade teacher. The name alone sent a shiver down her spine. He’d been a tyrant. He'd been vindictive. She felt a cold dread settle in her bones.

She started attending every school event, hovering near her daughter. She made a point of positioning herself where she could observe Mr. Harding's interactions with the students.

She found herself subtly correcting his instructions at drop-off, offering suggestions to the other parents about homework. Each interaction with him, even brief, left her agitated. She wanted to prove he wasn’t a fit teacher. She wanted to protect her daughter at all costs.