His Knees, His Pleas, But Our Son's in Peace

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"You ill-mannered brat!" Sienna spat, glaring down at Cyrus as if he were a pest. "You think you can treat my son this way? You're just like your mother-rude and disgusting."

Without thinking, I rushed forward, kneeling beside Cyrus, my hands trembling as

I checked him over. He wasn't crying, though. My little boy, smart beyond his years, had already sat up, brushing the dirt off his clothes with a calmness that took me by surprise. His deep brown eyes met mine for a brief second, and I saw that he was okay-physically, at least.

But what struck me most was how he faced Sienna. Cyrus, just a little boy, looked up at this furious woman towering over him and spoke with a quiet strength.

"I didn't bully anyone," he said, his voice clear but steady. "Asher tried to take my toy. I didn't even touch him. Then you pushed me."

a moment, even Sienna looked caught off guard. Her face twitched with disbelief as the truth of what

accusatory finger in my direction. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you? You bring your brat here, and you let him bully my

Cyrus. I could see the way some of them were starting to glance at Sienna's scar, the deep jagged line that cut across her cheek-a reminder of

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simply because of the visible pain she

she ranted, her anger spilling out uncontrollably. "Look at me! My face is ruined, my career destroyed! I used to have everything-a successful life, people admired me. And now, now I have nothing! And you, Doris, you

way of twisting things, turning herself into the victim

my voice to remain calm, "I didn't bring my children here to cause any trouble. We came here to let the kids play, like everyone else. The

quieted for a moment as people began to listen more intently. I could feel the tension shift, the eyes that had been full of sympathy for Sienna

what I saw. You're just trying to make me look bad in front of everyone, like you always do. You think you're so perfect, don't you, Doris? Standing

breath, steadying myself. This wasn't about me. It wasn't even about