It was a Monday afternoon, just like any other. Suddenly, my daughter ran inside the house, streaming tears. She was yelling over and over again, “I am not a gorilla girl! I am not a gorilla girl!”Like any father, I ran to her to see what was the matter. The story she told me broke my heart. She was only in fifth grade, but unlike the other kids her age, she chose to go to math camp rather than play outside or swim at the local pools. Though I didn’t know why at the time, this terrible bullying incident was about to make everything clear.
