One day, my son came home from school, very mysterious to tell me that there was a person in our class, he was very different, and let me guess where it was different? I thought to myself, I was naughty again, and I said, "Either a man or a woman, right?" He looked at me and said, "It's either a woman or a man." I said, "Love to talk about it." He took my hand and said, "I tell you, this is a special person, and the teacher said that it is impossible to speak up and not to discuss."
I wondered: Is it the children of an official family who have delegated to the people? He shook my hand, and he leaned my ear over and said, "It's a girl, but she's very short." I said, "Short is short!" He said, "Anyway, tomorrow you'll come early and you'll see it." I'm still wondering, a transfer student, as for that?
The next day, I waited for him at the school gate early at his request. Then when I saw their class lined up and came out, I saw at a glance that he said something different about his classmates.
She was a girl, because she was short in line to the front, her legs were particularly short, her head was a little big, and she walked out with a smile. I know that he said something special, and I understand that what the teacher said should not be discussed. I walked over to my son, and he was excited to say something, and I shook my head and pulled him away. The other parents also picked up the child as usual and left.
When he got home, he said excitedly, "Isn't it different?" I said, "Everybody looks different, what's this, beggars and broken hands and feet." He looked at me and said, "How can a beggar compare with her?" How to say that it is also my classmate. I turned my head to look at him and felt a little different.
He continued: "The teacher said that we are classmates in the same class, we can't make fun of her, we can't bully her, we have to help each other..." I looked at him and said, "You can just treat other classmates, you don't have to take care of them, everyone has to grow up on their own."
Since the beginning of school, this girl has gotten along well in their class, often his father comes to pick up school, and occasionally chats with other parents, and slowly becomes familiar with them.
From the mouth of some parents, I learned that girls are congenitally short legs, and there is no such situation at home, I don't know how to grow tall, other aspects are healthy.
The girl may have been unhappy in the previous school before changing schools, and now every day she sees her in line to walk in front of her with a smile on her face, presumably happy. I heard my son say that the girl is very serious about reading, her grades are in the middle of the class, and her classmates get along with her happily.
I feel that it is also very good to have a special transfer student in the class, at least to teach my son not to get along with people and not to look good. Watching the students in the class can get along peacefully, the teacher is also indispensable.
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(Picture from the Internet, invasion and deletion)