The initial papers that were needed right then and there took several hours to complete. Before I knew it, the sun had set, and sounds of kids shouting and yelling simultaneously were creeping into the office. We quickly went to go inspect what it was all about.
The caretaker gave a worried expression as we paced through the halls, coming closer and closer to the room. She apparently already knew the reason for it, unlike me. But it was later made very clear what was happening.
“Like I said, Lea doesn’t really have a solid placement for interacting with others. When a number of people talk while overlapping their voices or just speak too loudly, it will kind of mash up and distort; basically she can’t understand what a person says unless it is spoken clearly and quietly.” The caretaker explained with hand gestures.
“The kids pick on her a lot for it.” She continued. “We who work here, try to do our best, but we can only save her every so often from the bullies.” The room was only a turn away, and as the young caretaker entered, I stood back and watched the group of children around Lea.