The indignant:
>>> And they are leading! 4th grade, 11 year old, a cowboy higher than me, an adult aunt. The school is in the yard of the house, not even the road to cross. But the grandmother pulls her granddaughter by the hand to the threshold of school. My grandmother also carries a wallet. Well, I have a reputation in the class as a fucking mother, with whom the child goes to school from the second grade, does work and homework himself.
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Well, portfolios wear this overload, but what they drive is their business. Look at the statistics of how many children are missing on the way to/from school. It completely disappears.
It was a 50-minute walk to school. Mom’s work was on the way. We went out every morning in any weather. By the end of class 11. We talked a lot over the years on the road. That time was only ours. You know, it is invaluable.