My Son Was Mocked for Being “The Poor Kid” — So I Taught the Whole Class a Lesson They Would Never Forget
My son came home in tears.
The school had asked every kid to bring their mom’s specialty dish — everyone except him, because “he’s the poor kid.” I saw red. I wasn’t going to let my son feel small or ashamed.
That night, I baked a pie. The next day, I went to the school to talk to the teacher.
She looked shocked and said, “I never said that. I told all the students they were welcome to bring something if they could, and I even sent notes home to say that no one was excluded.”
She showed me the note — I remembered it crumpled at the bottom of my son’s backpack the day before.
I was confused. “Then who told him he couldn’t bring anything?”
She bit her lip and said quietly, “That might be a different problem.”
Turns out, it wasn’t the teacher or a school rule. It was another student — Alden Farrow, a kid from a wealthy family — who told my son, “Poor kids don’t bring food because they’d embarrass everyone.”
I nearly dropped the pie.
