My son used to race toward daycare with excitement — until one morning he woke up screaming and refused to go. I told myself it was just a phase, but what I uncovered later left me shaken to my core.
I’m twenty-nine, a single mom raising my three-year-old son, Johnny. Until a few weeks ago, daycare was his favorite place in the world. Then, without warning, everything changed. What I thought was a tantrum turned out to be something far more serious — and seeing the truth with my own eyes changed everything.
Every morning used to feel like a celebration for Johnny. He’d wake up humming little made-up songs, shove toys into his backpack that he knew weren’t allowed, and dash down the stairs yelling, “Let’s go, Mommy!” He could hardly wait to get out the door.
Daycare was his happy place
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