After her daughter drew a small pickup truck, the teacher molded her into a unruly and willful bad child, who was violently attacked by everyone.
Language: en
My daughter held up her drawing book, pointing at the row of cars parked in our garage, asking which one she should draw. That’s when I found out her kindergarten had assigned homework: little ones had to draw their family car. And write a sentence: "My dad's car is a XX brand, and he drives this car every day to take me to kindergarten." My brows furrowed at this assignment. Was this just a sneaky way to peek into our financial standing? I knelt down, stroking Daisy’s head. "Draw whichever one you like best, sweetie." Daisy thought for a long time, then finally said, "I don't like…