My sister bought my daughter (6-years-old) a bento box that cost $50.
A girl in her class named Audrey had taken it and refused to give it back.
The teacher told my daughter that it was just a lunchbox.
So I went to the school, grabbed the bento box, and handed it straight to my daughter.
I didn’t yell. I didn’t make a scene. I just said, loud enough for the teacher to hear, “This belongs to my daughter. It was a gift. It’s not ‘just a lunchbox’ to her, and that matters.”
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