Her Four-Year-Old Begged Her Not to Go Every Single Morning – The Day She Left Work Early, She Finally Understood Why

what that something else was.

She kissed her daughter’s forehead. She offered reassurance in the soft, steady voice she had been using since Monica was an infant. And then she took her anyway.

She told herself it was a phase. Separation anxiety. A temporary adjustment that would resolve on its own if she handled it calmly and consistently.

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