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i guessed as much.

here’s the thing - was in the midst of putting together a simple dinner when kakak approached me. she calmly showed me her hand - telling me it was hurt. took a look and saw that her thumb and forefinger looked like it was bleeding.

asked her what happened - she broke down and cried while pointing @ her brother’s baby cot. quite puzzling, i’d say - since being a baby cot, there was no sharp surfaces or angles. but i proceeded to clean the wound - and was puzzled a bit more.

the cotton wools i’ve used to dab on the wound came out dark pink instead of red. this can’t be blood, methots… that’s when i suspected something’s not quite right there.

amir questioned her again on what actually transpired - he too looked a bit sceptical on the baby cot being the reason. when we insisted again, she then pointed at the artificial flowers that she was playing with earlier. a change in story.

then in the midst of cleaning the cut, she asked me,

“mama, do i have to go to school tomorrow?”

i asked why should she not go to school? - “because my hand is hurt”

i don’t really think this was the reason. queried her a bit more, suspecting that something happened in class that caused this reluctance.

then she opened up - “athirah is angry at me”

 to be continued

after a bit more questioning, found out that this athirah - a girl who kakak is seated next to - had previously gripped kakak’s arm a few times.

was tempted to keep her home from school the next day, but that wouldn’t solve the problem so decided to coax her into still going. she agreed after i promised to talk to her teacher and request for a change in seating.

when i dropped her off at her class before seeing her teacher, i just noticed that she is the biggest kid in class. shows what a softie kakak is … if i were her, i’d just whallop this athirah