They Tried to Kill My Allergic Child

Midnight had just passed when my phone lit up with a barrage of texts from another kindergarten mom.

She sent a video of the kids eating lunch at school. A second later, a message popped up.

"Megan's Mom, why isn't your Megan eating her shrimp?"

Fighting off the exhaustion of a long day, I typed back a quick reply.

"She has a severe allergy."

I thought that would be the end of it. Instead, my phone began vibrating off the nightstand. I flipped it to silent, not wanting to deal with the drama, but then her actual caller ID flashed across the screen.