Mac's POV
A few days after I broke my ankle, I got really bored, so I decided to go hang out with Gracie. I had Demi take my chair and I upstairs and I went into Gracie's room. She was face-down on her bed.
I wheeled over to her bed, got out of my wheelchair, and sat on the edge of her bed. I held her hand and she looked up.
She had tear stains on her cheeks. Her eyes and face were red.
"Hey, babygirl, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, I'm okay."
It's sad that even at age 4, kids are taught to lie about their feelings. It was obvious she was lying, so I kept pressing.
"Babygirl, you're crying. You can tell me what's wrong."
Gracie looked at me with pain in her eyes.
The same look of pain I have when I need Demi.
She needs me.
"Sawyer James. She's a girl at my daycare. She tells everyone not to play with me or be my friend. She tells me I'm fat and ugly and stupid. She's really mean."
I was shocked at the fact that someone could be so cruel to Gracie. She didn't deserve to be treated like that.
"Babygirl, that's not okay. She needs to get in trouble."
"Her brother, Samuel, makes fun of Gabe. Him and his friends don't let anyone play with Gabe. They call him Gabey Baby. They push me and him down all the time."
So it wasn't just verbal, it was physical.
"Babygirl, I'm so sorry. I'm gonna be right back."
"Where are you going?"
"I'm gonna go talk to your mommy for a second, okay?"
Gracie nodded and I got back into my wheelchair and rolled to Demi's door. I knocked and she opened the door.
"Hey, Mac, what's up?"
"I need to talk to you," I said as I wheeled myself into the room.
"Is everything okay?"
I turned and looked her in the eyes.
"Gracie and Gabe are getting bullied at daycare. By Sawyer and Samuel James."
Demi's POV
"Gracie and Gabe are getting bullied at daycare. By Sawyer and Samuel James."
I put my hands over my mouth in shock and sat down on my bed. Mac sat next to me and put her hand on my back.
"I should've noticed it. They've been acting different and I should've been paying attention and-"
"Stop. Demi, it's not your fault. You couldn't have figured it out. They didn't tell you because they wanted to deal with it on their own. I would know. You would too. It's not your fault."
I laid my head on Mac's shoulder.
"Thank you babygirl. I love you."
"I love you too, Mommy."
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SORRY ITS SO SHORT BUT AWWWWWWWWWWWW
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