She knew that Grandma would be overjoyed if she brought potatoes home.

The children had calmed down shortly after and the teachers started leading their classes to the field to dig for potatoes.

Each class was assigned an area and Irene focused on the task at hand, thinking that no one else would be frightened by her any longer.

Shortly after, someone kicked her from behind. "You are so ugly! You are a little monster!"

A boy waved his plastic shovel and mocked her. "They are afraid of you, but I'm not! You ugly monster! Get out of our kindergarten!"

Irene clenched her fists in the dirt and roared, "I'm not a monster!"

"You are! You are a monster! You are scarier than a monster!" The boy yelled, before shoving her to the ground.

Tears filled her eyes, but she held back and reminded herself not to cry. At the same time, she crawled up and shoved the boy back.

"What are you two doing?! No fighting!" The teachers hurried over to stop them.

An hour later, Grandma was pulled aside b