As he slumped into his chair, the classroom door swung open with a creak, and the headmaster walked in, accompanied by a woman with red eyes and a tear-streaked face—the mother of the child he had just saved. His heart skipped a beat, unsure of what was about to unfold. The teacher paused, her stern expression softening into confusion.
“Excuse me, Miss Adams,” the headmaster said, “but I need to interrupt your class for a moment.”
The woman stepped forward, clutching her child’s hand tightly. “I’m sorry for the intrusion, but I need to tell you all about something truly remarkable that happened today.” Her voice was still quivering with emotion, but her gratitude was palpable.
