A careless act
As I made my rounds, he strolled up without hesitation and kicked over my mop bucket. Water cascaded onto the linoleum, spreading rapidly and seeping into every crack. I stood still, watching the chaos unfold, while his friends erupted in laughter. I didn’t say a word. It was just one more mess to clean up. Slowly, I bent down to retrieve the bucket, refusing to give them the satisfaction of a reaction.
A Careless Act
A teacher notices
He watched me intently, waiting for a reaction, his eyes searching for anger. But I stayed silent, quietly reaching for a mop. A nearby teacher noticed the commotion and hurried over, her voice cutting sharply through their laughter. “That’s enough, you guys!” she said firmly, fixing her gaze on the boy. As she stepped in to help me, I offered her a silent nod of gratitude. She shook her head, her expression unreadable, but the gesture carried a sense of quiet solidarity that I deeply appreciated.
A Teacher Notices
