When I resisted bullying, my parents were called.
The head teacher accused me: "How could your grandma, such a simple old lady, teach such a bad child like you!"
I gestured wildly: [No, don't...]
He pressed the dial button with disdain: "Are you scared? What have you been doing?"
The bully taunted: "If you and that old fool publicly apologize at the flag-raising ceremony, I will forgive you."
I was so anxious that I stamped my feet.
Half an hour later, my milk came.
I took a rope and hung it at the school gate.
I carry a speaker with me and play it in a loop:
"This is a damn school that bullies us orphans and widows. The principal comes out and gives me an explanation! Otherwise, I'll hang myself at your door!"
