Six Years Later Every time I get called into the school , the French headmistress calls me a filthy American bitch and I laugh at her because even if that is true , I pay her enough for her to overlook what my son has done yet again . God , I miss when that meant something . Aizen is a biter . I could ask where the kid got it from but the day after his conception tells me he got it from his father . The mother of the little boy my son tried to take a chunk out of , is livid . With good reason , but while Aizen's attack preference is biting , I have to ask what the kid did to get him there . Because he doesn't do it without reason . Ayrie loves se him and while she can get carried away , her brother has the patience of a saint , bless his soul . So , I doubt he did it without provocation . The French mother is shouting all kinds of French vulgarities at me . Usually , people think I don't understand them , but I've been here for eight years of my life and I took . French before moving here . I'm not here on a whim but to each their own . And of course , the first thing I learned to do was how to call someone a fucking asshole in French . It's , putain de trou du cul . It actually sounds really cool . The headmistress glances over at me every so often to make sure I'm not taking offense to the shit coming out of this woman's mouth . I am so glad to be going home after all this time . When I first arrived , I was so excited . Because hello , Paris . Except the people here are mean and they smoke . Like a lot . I might miss the late morning work start , but the rest of it can go to shit for all I care . I've been to New York and that has nothing on this place . New York is just a bunch of aggressive sweeties . I'm glancing at you , Queens . " What did he do to him ? " I finally cut in . " He bit my son ," she shouts in her dumb French accent . " If you don't back up , French fry . I'll be biting you next , " I sneer . She places her hand over her chest as if offended . As if she didn't just curse my son up , down , and sideways . " There was a small altercation between Milos and Aizen over a lunch bag , " the headmistress places my son's Bluey lunch bag on the desk . " That's my son's . I packed it for him this morning . He doesn't like the food here ," I open it to show her where I stitched his name tag . " We serve only the best here she scoffs . That's not the fucking point , lady . " Try telling that to my five - year - old , " I roll my eyes because that's not the fucking point , lady . " American scum ," the woman makes a spitting sound in my direction . " Lady , you are lucky that our sons are here because I would love nothing more than to slam your stupid face into that desk , " I say lowly so only she can hear me . " Your son put his filthy hands on my son's belongings . It better not happen again , " I snatch the bag off the desk . " Do you understand ? " I repeat it to her in French and her entire demeanor falls apart . " You seem to have gotten that one , " " You're going to let her speak to me like that ? I pay good money for my son to come here- " " So do I. I have two kids here , " I scoff . " And I'm on the committee ," " You have two children ? " she glares at me . " Are we done ? " I ask the headmistress . " I am sorry , Miss Altaha , " she apologizes . " Is there anything I can do for you while you ' re here ? " Her tone makes me wish I wasn't a strong , independent , and educated woman back on my reservation in California . There's only a week left . I don't need this shit and neither do the twins . " You can bring my daughter out and I'd like their transcripts , please , " I nod . She tenses up and looks between me and the woman next to me . " Miss Altaha , I will see to it that your son's belongings will no longer- " " It doesn't matter . I'm taking my American ass back to my homeland . I don't want your people's ugly manners rubbing off on my kids . If it's not one thing , it's another . Your keep making these hollow promises , but here we are again . This little boy has been giving Aizen problems for months now and all you do is let his ill - mannered mother talk to us like we don't understand what she's saying . " French is their first language , Bitch , " I turn my attention to the woman . " And you have taught my very well - behaved son a few words I've had to punish him for . So , no there is no way in hell my kids are staying here for another year . So , thank you for your service . Let's hope none of you are ever treated like shit when you come to the States . But by the looks of both of you . I doubt you'll ever be able to afford it . I'll wait for my daughter and the paperwork outside , " Aizen jumps off the chair in his little uniform and walks out the door as I hold it open for him . I sit him in the only chair available and notice his undone shoelaces . I start to tie them and look up at him to see he's looking back at me with a smirk . " Sorry , momma ," he whispers . I sigh and pull his sock up properly . " What did he do to you ? " I ask . " It doesn't matter , " he shakes his head . " It matters to me , son . I can't make you feel better if you don't talk to me , " I brush his dark hair out of his face . He looks down at his sleeve and lifts it . There are three scratches from his wrist to the inside of his elbow . " Did you show your teacher ? " " They don't care , momma , " he shrugs . " I beat him up very well , " The two of us laugh . I glance over at the kid when his mom walks out of the office . He did beat the kid up . He has a bruise on his cheek and the mark where Aizen bit him on the hand . He's right . From the start , they made it pretty clear where we stood . Not only am I American , but not the pretty blonde - haired hair blue - eyed kind . My mom was , but not my father , and while I'm not as red as he is , I look a lot like him and so do my kids . The dark hair and the tanned skin . It's a stigma we'll never be able to outrun . Here or back home . But it builds character and my kids have grown used to it . For the most part , they let their work do all the talking . They're both insanely smart and talented . They know that . I was going to let it go , but these marks might leave a scar . This scandal might just be the final fuck you this country needs . " Mommy , " Ayrie runs towards us . Her little body smacks against mine . " We're going home ? " Yes , " I nod . " Let's get out of here , " 3/3