My sons school called on me because my son has bruise on his neck, turned out the bruise happened at school on the playground! They came in, asked me questions, I was up front and honest. They talked to my son, took pictures (so did I). I never heard anything again. I tried to get somebody to call me to tell me what was going on but that has been a year ago. It took all of 45 minutes to destroy my life. Now whenever my kids have a bruise or fall, I get scared to death that somebody is going to call. I hate living like this. Even though nothing came of it, it was still enough to shake my world.
at 1:20 PM on Mar. 11, 2010