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664words2026-01-26 11:23

Because of a Swiss roll, my daughter's homeroom teacher broke her arm.
I was absolutely furious. Those Swiss rolls were something I paid for extra for, because I felt bad about the kids having such average snacks on the field day.
It wasn't even a lot of money—was my own daughter not allowed to have one?

The teacher, Ms. Miller, was completely relentless,
"Is your daughter a beggar? Stealing a Swiss roll—what kind of behavior is that?"
"If she's sneaking around at this age, who knows what she'll do later? Maybe end up in jail!"
"As her teacher and her future stepmother, I'm doing you a favor by teaching her some discipline."
So that it was.
My daughter's homeroom teacher was my husband's mistress.

He had her transferred to our daughter's school so they could carry on their affair more easily.
Lately, she'd started acting like she was already the stepmom, thinking she had some right to discipline my child.
I smirked, and then I immediately slapped the mistress.
My husband got two slaps from me.

Who did he think he was?
A kept man, a live-in son-in-law, daring to flaunt his mistress in front of me—the one who pays all the bills?
My daughter, Bella, came home crying before field day was even over.
I was shocked.
Wasn't she supposed to compete in the shot put? Why was she back so early?
I hugged her tight to comfort her, but she suddenly cried out, "Mom! My arm—it really hurts!"
That's when I noticed her arm hanging all limp.
Something was definitely wrong. "What happened?!"
I grabbed my keys and rushed her to the hospital.
On the way there, through her sobs, I managed to piece the story together.
Today was field day.
The teacher, Ms. Miller, randomly picked a few students to help carry the snacks and drinks.
Bella was the only girl in the group.
After moving everything, Bella felt a little lightheaded, so she took one Swiss roll from the snacks to eat.
Just as she was about to take a bite, Ms. Miller saw her, "Bella! Who said you could steal food? Are you a beggar? A thief?"
Then she smacked the Swiss roll out of Bella's hand. It fell on the ground, rolled in the dirt, and was completely ruined.
"I'd rather throw it on the ground for a dog than let someone like you eat it!"
Bella was stunned. "I'm sorry, Ms. Miller. I was just feeling dizzy. I have shot put soon—I really needed something to eat."
"Stealing is stealing! Don't you dare make excuses! Shot put, huh? I'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"
Ms. Miller wasn't satisfied with just yelling at her.
She grabbed Bella's arm and yanked it forward hard—there was a clear, sickening cracking sound.
Bella's arm was dislocated. "Ah—! Ms. Miller, please—! I'm sorry—!"
Seeing Bella cry, Ms. Miller smiled smugly. "Consider that a lesson. Maybe now you'll think twice before stealing. Just like your witch of a mother!"
After Ms. Miller left, Bella couldn't handle the pain anymore.
She had to drop up of the shot put event and came straight home.
I was absolutely boiling.
Since when does a teacher break a student's arm over a snack?
Besides, I was the one who paid for those Swiss rolls.
I'd eve hired a nutritionist to make them because I was worried school snacks weren't good enough.
So how come my own daughter isn't allowed to eat one?
And why did she have to suffer such a brutal punishment?
I forced myself to stay calm until after the doctor's appointment.
Luckily, we got there in time.
They set her dislocated arm, and with some rest, she'd be fine.
I took Bella over to my cousin's place.
Her daughter, Chloe, is Bella's best friend.
Seeing Bella finally smile, I relaxed a bit.
Now I had time to deal with this so-called teacher, Ms. Miller.
But surprisingly, she reached out to me first.