Aside from my tear-filled "thank you," in the center of the restaurant, we haven't spoken since 12:05 p.m. Eastern Time. And I only know that because in my clenched hand is my iPhone, still showing the recent call history of 911.
I don't want my kids to have these years tarnished. I don't want them to hate school. I don't want them to feel afraid there. I don't want them to miss out on any opportunity of fun and magic because in their mind, staying behind is the safer option.