Next the obese, mentally challenged parents of two sons (one institutionalized, large for his age, violent six year old) barged in to my class with their large for his age, awkward in every way three year old. They had poor personal hygiene and spoke boisterously. Newspaper reports indicated the mother earned money hooking, and I do not mean rugs. I treat everybody with respect and kindness. I smiled and welcomed them.
I greeted that mother with a smile every day, and we both pretended we didn't know. She was extremely nice to me.
At the end of the school year, she came up to me and said, "Ms. Linda, I just want you to know I have quit drinking all together. I used to drink a lot." Neither of us mentioned the letters. This was her apology.
I smiled and said, "Good for you." Then I changed the subject and asked, "Where are you going on vacation?"
"Whose your boyfriend?"