C13 Where Is My Daddy?

I took Zeehan to school the following morning. We left as early as possible. I desperately wish to see the boy who dares to touch my baby. Sleep couldn’t wash away the anger from my heart. I crouched in front of Zeehan, adjusting his collar.

“Baby?” I called. “Can you recognize the boy that slapped you?” I asked.

“Yes, Mummy. He is Edward,” he responded. I nodded and stood up