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Every Morning, My Eight-Year-Old Said Her Bed Felt “Too Small.” When I Checked the Camera One Night, I Finally Understood Why.
And we never imagined that her confusion would lead her to the bed of her granddaughter.
He didn’t speak at first. He just watched, shoulders slumping, eyes filling with tears.
“She must remember when I was little,” he whispered. “When she used to crawl into bed with me because she was afraid to sleep alone.”
He covered his face with his hands.
“I’ve been so focused on work,” he said. “I didn’t see how much she was slipping.”
