My daughter “went to school” every morning — then her teacher called and told me she’d been skipping for a whole week, so I followed her the next morning.
My fourteen-year-old, Sienna, isn’t a bad kid. Sure, she gets moody the way any teenager does, but she’s never once been the type to skip class. Not even a single period, let alone an entire week.
So when the school called Thursday afternoon, I picked up immediately, already braced for something about a group project or a missed permission slip.
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“This is Mrs. Carter, Sienna’s homeroom teacher,” the voice on the line said. “I wanted to check in. Sienna hasn’t been in school all week.”
I almost laughed, the statement sounding genuinely impossible against everything I knew about my own daughter.
