A 6-Year-Old Girl Stole My Daughter’s Lunchbox, and the Teacher Sided With the Thief.

A 6-Year-Old Girl Stole My Daughter’s Lunchbox, and the Teacher Sided With the Thief—So I Taught Them All a Lesson When

my 6-year-old daughter came home upset without her lunchbox—a $50 bento box I had lovingly bought her—I knew something

was wrong. She told me a classmate named Audrey, who had bullied her before, stole it from her cubby. I contacted the teacher,

hoping for support, but was brushed off: “It’s just a lunchbox. Maybe it was a misunderstanding.” I was stunned. The next

morning, I walked my daughter into school. Audrey showed up—carrying the missing lunchbox. I calmly asked the teacher to

open it. Inside, my daughter’s name was clearly written in permanent marker. Audrey stammered.

The room went quiet. The teacher turned red, trying to explain,

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