All Chapters of Surviving My Son's Terrifying Kindergarten Tales: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I opened Annette's message."Look, I was right! Bryan has been eating so well lately. He used to be such a picky eater, but he's finally gotten over it. I took him to the hospital for a checkup today, and the doctor said he's no longer allergic to any foods. "We have the new Ms. Jones to thank for that. She said she used some kind of desensitization therapy. I can't thank her enough."As I stared at the message, my brows slowly tightened. How could an allergy just disappear like that?When it came to allergies, even doctors had their hands tied. How could Ms. Jones have possibly treated Bryan with some kind of desensitization therapy?My fingers flew across the screen as I carefully composed my reply."Perhaps you shouldn't celebrate just yet, Annette. Allergies aren't something to take lightly. If even the doctors at the hospital couldn't do anything about it, how could it suddenly get better so easily? Also, Caleb said he saw a teacher take Bryan away and put him in a punishme

"How can you say that?" I exclaimed. "Why would Caleb ever hurt his friend? You can't slander a child just because you're grieving. I believe Caleb would never do something like that.""What good is your belief? My son is dead! The things your son said and the things he did—he's the one who killed my son! I'm not letting this go!" Annette screamed at me.I knew there was no point trying to reason with her now. Grief had completely clouded her judgment.I ended the call, my hands still trembling, and immediately called Isaac, telling him everything that had happened from beginning to end.Once he heard the whole story, his tone was serious as he said to me, "Stay calm. I'm heading to the kindergarten right now. You get there too. We'll talk more once I get there."After ending the call, I grabbed my bag and ran downstairs. I flagged down a cab and headed straight for the kindergarten.As soon as I arrived, I saw a police car parked at the kindergarten entrance, with several unifor

The police told Annette the results of their investigation and said that, for the time being, they had found no connection between Caleb and Bryan's death.Unexpectedly, Annette turned her anger toward Ms. Jones instead. She sent several voice messages in the parents' group chat, her voice furious and tearful."If Ms. Jones hadn't failed to keep an eye on the children during nap time, how could Bryan have gotten out and fallen into the pond? She was negligent! She needs to be held accountable for this!"However, Maureen Carter, whose son, Samuel Lewis, was one of Caleb's classmates as well, spoke up in defense of Ms. Jones."Annette, you need to calm down. Ms. Jones has been a very responsible teacher all along. My son used to fight with his little sister over toys every day, but now, whenever he gets home, he volunteers to let her have anything she wants. He even lets her pick her toys first. I've been meaning to thank Ms. Jones properly for that!"Another parent chimed in, "That

Ms. Jones never explicitly told Samuel to give up his chicken, but her implication couldn't be clearer.Samuel's hand paused, still gripping the spoon tightly. His brows furrowed slightly. In a small but firm voice, he protested, "But Ms. Jones, Mrs. Potts served the chicken, and there's plenty left. If Evan wants more, he can ask her for more. I like chicken, too, and Evan isn't my little brother. I don't want to give him my chicken."That was how a child should react. He should be able to express his preferences openly, rather than sacrifice his own wishes just to be a thoughtful and sensible child.However, the moment Ms. Jones heard this, the smile vanished from her face. The corners of her lips straightened, and her gaze turned cold.She said nothing more. She simply straightened up and stared down at Samuel, the look in her eyes seemingly emanating a kind of pressure that made Samuel's head slowly droop down.I was still observing them through the binoculars, my heart clench

As I stood at the entrance, every second felt like an eternity.The wind whipped against my face, yet I couldn't feel it. It felt as though my heart was being roasted over a fire pit, while a scalding stone seemed lodged in my throat. Even breathing hurt.I stared at the kindergarten building, unable to look away. My mind kept going over all the dangers Caleb might have encountered. Tears streamed uncontrollably down my face.Finally, the security guard emerged from the building holding Caleb's hand.I hurriedly wiped away my tears, my body shaking from the emotional distress. I watched as Caleb came out with the security guard. The moment he saw me, he threw himself into my arms like a frightened little bird.I held him tightly, feeling the warmth of his body against mine. The ax that had been hanging over my heart finally lifted, and my eyes instantly burned with tears.Just then, the sound of police sirens came from the distance. I took Caleb by the hand and hurried toward the