He was little with dark hair, feeling the eruption coming nowhere to contain the coming destruction. They were five college-educated adults, creating a chain to pin him in the corner. The screaming of a second grader pleading to be let go to calm down. As the mother, I came into the office with three other children in tow like a superhero swooping down to save another human in pain. With a loud voice of demand, told the educators to let him go. He ran to my arms, knowing that I was all that was between them and him at that moment.. The stress and pain of my son pushed me to continue learning more so that if they mistreated him next time, I could handle it without incident. The fight for our son was the only thing that mattered to us at the moment.