HAYLOR JUST HAYLOR.

-Fight-

It was a crisp autumn afternoon when Taylor Swift received a call from Andrew's school. Her heart sank as she listened to the voice on the other end of the line explain that Andrew had been involved in a fight with a classmate and had been sent to the principal's office.

Worry etched across her face, Taylor knew she needed to call Harry to pick her up so they could address the situation together. She dialed his number, her fingers trembling slightly as she waited for him to answer.

"Hey, Tay. What's up?" Harry's cheerful voice greeted her.

"Harry, it's Andrew's school. I just got a call. He got into a fight with one of his friends, and they've sent him to the principal's office," Taylor explained, her voice quivering with concern.

Harry's expression hardened as he absorbed the news. He knew they had agreed to be gentle parents, but this situation felt different. He replied, "I'll be right there. Let's go to his school together."

When Harry arrived, they made their way to the principal's office, their minds racing with questions and worries. They greeted the principal with polite smiles but were inwardly wrestling with their emotions.

The principal explained that Andrew and his classmate had gotten into a physical altercation during lunchtime. Andrew had lashed out in frustration because some of his friends had been teasing him relentlessly, pushing him to his limits.

Taylor couldn't help but feel for her son, knowing how much he had endured from his classmates. Still, she recognized that violence was not the answer. She and Harry offered sincere apologies to the principal and the other child's parents, vowing to address the issue at home.

Once they returned home, the atmosphere was heavy with disappointment. Harry couldn't help but raise his voice, sternly admonishing Andrew for his behavior. "We don't use our hands to solve problems, Andrew. You know better!"

Tears welled up in Andrew's eyes as he looked at his parents, their disapproval weighing on him. He was sent to his room for a time out, his heart heavy with remorse.

As the minutes passed, Taylor and Harry took some time to cool off, realizing that shouting wouldn't solve anything. They needed to understand what had driven their son to this point and find a better way to address his feelings.

Finally, they entered Andrew's room, sitting down on his bed, their faces filled with compassion and concern. Taylor gently stroked Andrew's hair. "Buddy, we want to understand what happened today. Can you tell us why you got into a fight?"

Andrew sniffled, his small voice shaky as he explained how his friends had teased him, making fun of his clothes and his excitement about becoming a big brother. He felt overwhelmed and hurt, and he didn't know how else to respond.

Taylor sighed, her heart aching for her son. "Andrew, we know it can be tough when people are unkind, but we can't use violence to solve our problems. We should always try to use our words and tell a teacher or an adult if something is bothering us."

Harry added, "We love you, Andrew, and we want to help you navigate these situations better. We're here to support you, and we'll figure out how to handle these challenges together."

As they hugged their son tightly, they knew that parenting sometimes meant navigating difficult moments with patience and understanding. They hoped that by addressing this situation with empathy, they were teaching Andrew not only to control his actions but also to express his feelings in healthier ways. Their family was a team, and they were determined to grow and learn together, no matter the challenges they faced.

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-idk why it's always a happy end-