Instead of making a scene, I invited my neighbor’s daughter to our house the next day after hearing them discuss their affair.

When my son Kian’s teacher said he wasn’t eating lunch, I was worried. I packed more food and called the school—but nothing changed. Then Kian finally admitted: he was giving his lunch to Omar, a quiet boy in his class who never brought food. Kian, just nine, didn’t tell me because he thought I’d be mad. I wasn’t—I was heartbroken...