There is a little boy named Zavier across the street that has been tormenting Kayla for three weeks now. I may have blogged with anger about it before but at the moment my anger is spent and I'm actually closer to the tears spectrum. This little boy is in the second grade and feels that it is okay to continue doing what hes doing because Kayla's own sister is too wrapped up in herself to say to him that this is her sister and he needs to stop. Jovaughn is too busy ignoring measly girls to walk over to this kid and tell him to leave his sister alone. Even the girls that claim to be Kaylas friends sit by and let him do this. One of them, the supposed leader, Nyah usually picks the point when Kayla feels the lowest and tealls her she hungry and can Kayla get her a bag of chips.
I have had it. I have alerted the school and I have talked to his father. Or maybe its his uncle. Not to put an aside in here about his family life but theres no one over 30 in that house and it has so many people running through it you'd swear it was grand central. They park all over the lawn and of the guys around here that wear their pants below their butts, the guys there wear them so low I sometimes wonder why the bother putting on pants.
Sorry aside over. I have talked to two adults in thes house, i have talked to a few teachers, i have even gone to the police.
But back to the family issue. Olivia said yesterday, and I'm sure it was one of her many 'slips' but she said, "Zay is my friend but he keeps making Kayla cry." If your sister was constantly made to feel like shit by your friend would you honestly be able to hold your head high and face your sister?? I wasnt lucky enough to grow up with an actual sister but God granted me very wonderful women in my child and adulthood like Andi, Denise, Michelle, Patty, and Carrie to name a few and I would fight to the marrow in my bones for them. If any one of the women I consider sisters ever said to me that someone was making them feel like shit or hurting them in any way, the aggressor would immediately become my most hated enemy and the object of every cuss i uttered until they figured out what was good for them and backed off.
So why cant I get my Oldest and youngeest to realize that when the chips are down and there is no more Mommy, Daddy, or Ome, they are all that they each have. As long as they live, they have a bond that ties them closer than anything. Why cant they understand that? Is the a magic age when they will open their eyes and realize that greedy grasping people are nothing and that the ones that you can call sister and brother (whther god given or chosen) are the ones that make up the vertabre in your spine?
Shaking my head. If there is a way to teach that lesson can someone please point me toward it??
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