Defending My Daughter
Tina buried her head low, her shoulders hunched, like she wanted to disappear.
I stopped and looked up at the sun.
Then, I looked down at my daughter's hollow eyes.
Amidst the overwhelming malice, I gently smiled.
I took out my phone and made a call.
The call only rang once before it was picked up.
A man's voice came through, tinged with excitement and nervousness.
"Mandy?"
I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again, my eyes were cold.
I didn’t answer his question. My voice flat, I said, "Rick, our daughter is being bullied."