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Rosalyn smiled as Trixie told her that was very nice of her; of course she was always there for her students whenever she could be. Not because it was her job, but because she cared a lot about them. "Of course. Any time."
It seemed that she was being taken up on the offer immediately. Good, because there was clearly something wrong if aggressions were being taken out on a poor tree. "I'm sorry that things are so hard for you with your mom right now. I know what it's like to feel cast aside for something else." Not the exact same situation, but close enough. "Have you tried telling her how she is making you feel?"
"Yes! I did try!" Trixie quickly stopped herself from bursting into a tirade and took a deep breath. The Professor was on her side and was trying to help her.
"Sorry Professor." She gave the woman an apologetic look and used her good foot to scuff the dirt, making circular patterns.
When did life get so crappy? She often sat around trying to think what she had done to cause her parents to turn on her like this? Was this some sort of life lesson that they were trying to teach her?
"She was too busy to listen to what I had to say. I don't know, maybe there is something different I should do?" Trixie looked at the Professor with a hopeful expression in her face. Would she have the answers?