Mommy Loves Your Bullies [top] Official

Not in the way you think. I don’t send them cookies. I don’t high-five their parents at soccer practice. But when you came home with dirt on your new sneakers and that hollow look in your eyes—the one that says, “They got me again” —a very small, very dark part of my chest exhaled.

I need to say something ugly out loud.

But I am not sorry they exist.