Guns and Daffodils

When words can’t fix hopelessness

Photo by Dan Meyers on Unsplash

I once watched a student of mine punch another student in the throat. One moment the two were sitting there talking and the next she was on the ground, clutching for breath.

James, the boy, was taken down to the principal’s office. I stayed and attended to Amaya, the girl, who could now talk, and cry.