Funfact : Im a visual learner and I forget stuff easily when I was 2-6 years old. And this is one of the stories where my mother became the hero once again
I was 5 and called into the office, "can you ask for (name) book" I said sure and went to the 6 year class. I was gonna say the name of the book but I was like : wait, what book was it? So i came downstairs to ask her again, I easily forget so I asked her a couple of times untill she snaped and slaped me leaving a red mark on my face, which luckily my face is thick so it didnt take long to heal. She wrote it down on a paper and slamed it onto my hand, I thought nothing of it and went back upstairs and give the teacher the note. She gave it to me and I gave it to the princple, then she told me to get out of her office so I did.
My mother realized I told nothing about school and contacted the school. They said I was a great kid with a lot of energy, when I was 6 she moved me to a religious kindergarden which saved me from more trauma. It led me to a brighter side of myself, and I was always so excited to go.
If it werent for her to change my school I wouldnt be where I am today. Thanks Ibu and happy birthday <3