Before the school stage play performance, my daughter Betty came home clutching a dingy cardboard

Before the school stage play performance, my daughter Betty came home clutching a dingy cardboard costume, secretly wiping tears in the corner. I asked her what role she was playing. She mumbled quietly, "A trash can." Her teacher posted the program schedule in the group chat, explaining: "Every child is important. Trash cans are also part of urban civilization." But when I clicked on it, I discovered that the school board chairman's daughter was playing the princess, and the PTA president's son was playing the prince. And my daughter's name was placed at the very bottom of the "Background Props Group." My daughter's teacher messaged me privately: "Mrs. James, don't be too fussy. Your family hasn't really contributed much to the class." I looked at the contract on the table that I'd just signed and smiled. That cardboard costume was hastily thrown together from delivery boxes. Square and boxy, painted with a layer of gray, with the words "Trash Can" crookedly stuck on the chest. My daughter Betty stood in the entryway, fingers twisting the hem of her clothes, eyes red as if she'd just been crying. She's seven years old this year. Usually she'd feel bad for half a day if her dress hem got a little muddy, but now she clutched that dirty cardboard costume, trying hard to act like it didn't matter. "Mom, Samantha said this role is important too." Her voice got smaller and smaller. "Everyone needs to protect the environment, so we need trash cans."#revengestory #reddit_tiktok #askredditstories #relationship #revengereturns #reddit #drama #revenge #redditstories #redditreadings If there are any copyright issues from various parties, please send me a private message to have them removed. Contact information:[email protected]