It Started as a “Helpful” Offer
My name is Martha.
I have a four-year-old daughter named Beverly.
My husband Jason and I both work full-time, so Beverly usually goes to daycare during the week.
It wasn’t perfect.
But she was happy.
Thriving.
Then, about a month ago, my mother-in-law made an offer.
“Why don’t I take Beverly every Wednesday?” she suggested.
“It’ll be special grandma time.”
It sounded harmless.
Generous, even.
I ignored the uneasy feeling in my stomach.
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