This morning began like any other—snacks packed, backpacks ready, sleepy little feet shuffling into school. But what happened at drop-off today left me in tears.
My daughter Lydia walked into her classroom carrying not just her courage, but a book. When whispers and stares met the faint bruising on her cheek, she quietly handed her teacher Sam’s Birthmark—inviting everyone to understand, to connect, and to choose kindness over judgment.
At just three years old, she reminded us all: bravery isn’t loud, it’s choosing love when it matters most. 💜
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