My 3-Year-Old Son Cried & Begged Me Not to Take Him to Daycare – I Gasped When I Stormed Into the Facility

So, I tried something different, something gentler. I got down on his level and looked him in the eye.

“I’ll pick you up before lunch today,” I promised. “You won’t have to stay for it.

Okay?”

He hesitated, still sniffling, but finally nodded. It was the first time all week that he had let me buckle him into his car seat without sobbing.

At drop-off, he didn’t run to the door like he used to. Instead, he gave me a look — big, glassy eyes full of pleading.

His little hand clutched mine until the very last second. His look when I left — pure desperation — nearly broke me.

I spent the next three hours staring at the clock. At 11:30 a.m., I packed up my things, left work early, and drove to the daycare.

Parents weren’t allowed inside during meals.

But the walls in the dining area had glass panels, so I circled the building and peeked in through the side.

And what I saw made my blood boil!

I pressed my face to the window, scanning the room. And when I finally saw what was happening to my son, I gasped out loud:

“No way!”

My precious Johnny was seated at the end of a long lunch table, head down. Next to him sat an older woman I didn’t recognize.

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