Breaking: How Educators Are Transforming Classroom Safety from the Ground Up

The room trembled with Braylon's raw grief as he seized the chair, hurling it across the space with a desperate, anguished cry. "Why did she have to die?" The words tore from his throat, a painful echo of the loss that consumed him. With Mother's Day approaching, the wound of his mother's absence felt more raw and unbearable than ever.
Memories flooded his mind—her gentle smile, her warm embrace, the way she could always calm his storms with just a few soft words. Now, all that remained were fragments of remembrance and an overwhelming sense of emptiness. The impending holiday served as a cruel reminder of what he had lost, a celebration that would now be marked by absence rather than joy.
Braylon's grief was a tempest, unpredictable and consuming, sweeping through his emotions like a relentless wind. The chair lay broken on the floor, a silent witness to the depth of his pain—a physical manifestation of the internal destruction he was experiencing.