My Daughter Was Being Bullied. I Thought It'd Eventually End — Until I Had A Chilling Realisation.

Nina at home on the morning of her first day of Kindergarten in 1997.

Arriving early to pick up my daughter Nina at the elementary school, I pulled my car into a parking spot across the street and scanned the playground for her. Most of the boys charged across the playground in a hilarious Mad Max version of soccer. A handful of girls played four-square with a red playground ball. And the rest either dangled from the jungle gym or crouched underneath it in small clumps.

I spotted Nina sitting on one of the benches...