“He hit me again,” he said quietly. “I can’t go back.”
Within minutes, our school counselor and I had called Child Protective Services. That night, Jaden was placed in emergency housing. It wasn’t perfect, but it was safe.
It was such a simple sentence — yet I understood exactly what he meant. It wasn’t about rules. It was about dignity.
A Letter from a New Beginning
Months passed. Jaden transferred to another school. I heard updates now and then — that he was adjusting, making friends, joining after-school programs.
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