School. Difficult but possibleThis summer, on a hot sunny day, I was walking with my niece in the park. The weather was great, but her mood, on the contrary, left much to be desired. Nika, that's her name, told me about her school problems. Her lips were shaking every now and then, and her velvety gray eyes filled with tears. Nicky's stories, one after another, reopened my old wounds. In each of her stories, I recognized myself and my despair and understood that my niece needed to be saved.