“Mrs. Nayar, your son places his fingers on my mouth, and says he loves me. This is not acceptable behavior.”

“I’m sorry, Ma’m. You are his favorite teacher. He is afraid of losing people he loves, after his father’s demise. He does that with me too – checks if I am still breathing.”

(52 words)



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