This is not only a story about childhood bullying. "Kiki, It's Not Your Fault!" is, first and foremost, a story of injustice, of an inability to listen, of human cruelty. And the ones guilty of such baseness are adults. Adults in positions of leadership, wearing prestigious white coats, running institutions. Adults who have the actual power to shape other people's lives. In this story, the life that was influenced, harmed, and forever changed is that of a little girl not even five years old: Kiki, my daughter. Bullying plays an important role, of course - it is the original trigger that sets everything in motion. But none of this would have happened if the men and women in question had done their jobs properly. A kindergarten is still grappling with the aftermath of the pandemic when a child is found lying on the bathroom floor of her classroom. Had she been hit by another child? Or did she fall by herself? And how? And what was the reason for her and her classmate being alone in that bathroom? These are questions that remain unanswered to this day and likely always will. The only certainty is that this moment marked the beginning of a series of events, mishaps and distress that turned the life of one little girl and her family upside down. This is a true story about violent, hostile children who know how to band together to strike harder at those who are left out. But above all, it is about teachers skilled in constructing a structure of silence and lies, solely to protect the reputation of a prestigious educational institution. It is about psychologists and psychotherapists incapable of delivering a credible diagnosis or of developing a treatment plan to help a little girl in deep distress. It is about absent institutions, or worse, complicit ones. This is a true story that reveals the darkest side of human nature, where self-interest triumphs over the right to happiness, even if that lost happiness belonged to, or should have belonged to, a child in kindergarten. Yet this is also a story of rebirth, resilience, and pride. A story of falls followed, without fail, by dignified reactions, driven by the most powerful force in the world: love. A mother and father's love. Love for life. Love for love itself. Kiki is not a fictional character, only the name is. Everything described in this book accurately reflects the actual facts. It would certainly be preferable if all of it were merely the product of a particularly cynical writer's vivid imagination. And indeed, you will find plenty of cynicism in these pages. Unfortunately, however, no imagination was required to bring this story to life.