Viktor
“Papa, Miss Pavlovsky held Milana’s hand so tight and stopped her from coming into my classroom! Milana had a bruise because of that and her skin became red!!!” Those are the words that Annika blurts out the moment we sit for breakfast the next morning and Milana who just served the table stops moving.
“What?”
“Miss Pavlovsky hurt Milana!!!” she announces again. Her voice loud and then she picks up her spoon and begins to eat calmly. I glance up at Milana who has a confused look on her face and then back at my daughter.
“What are you saying, Anushka? Why would Miss Pavlovsky hurt Milana?” I can’t help but ask. I know the lady is Annika’s class teacher but why would she even do such a thing?
And is Milana a child? She’s a grown woman and married. Another grown woman can not just hurt her.
“I don’t know why papa, but she was holding Milana so tightly and refused to allow her into my classroom. Look at her wrist, you can see the mark. It’s still there.” My eyes trail to Mila
