Kindertales.com Inc. 2025-09-14T02:43:13Z
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Rain lashed against the windows like marbles as I frantically flipped through soggy attendance sheets, my fingers smudging ink while Tyler wailed over a spilled juice box. Thirty minutes late already, and Mrs. Hernandez’s third "urgent" text about Liam’s peanut allergy form vibrated my phone off the wobbling desk. That moment—sticky juice pooling on phonics flashcards, rain blurring the emergency contacts list, my throat tight with panic—was when I finally snapped. I grabbed the district-issued