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

There was a long pause.

“That might be…

Miss Claire,” she said carefully. “She’s not officially staff. She’s a volunteer.”

I gripped the phone tighter.

“A volunteer? You have volunteers handling children unsupervised?”

“She’s my aunt,” Brenda admitted. “She’s retired and helps out sometimes.”

“Was she background-checked?” I demanded.

“Is she trained in childcare? Because she was disciplining my son.”

“She’s always been good with the kids,” Brenda muttered defensively. “She just has an old-fashioned way —”

I cut her off.

“No. No more excuses. She shouldn’t be alone with children!

I want to see your policy on volunteers. And I want written confirmation that she won’t be near my son again.”

Brenda didn’t answer. I could hear her breathing through the phone.

That night, I couldn’t sleep.

I kept seeing Johnny’s face — tight with fear, eyes full of tears — and hearing that tiny voice: “No lunch.”

I couldn’t let it go. The next day, I filed a report with the state licensing board.

I wasn’t the first — that’s what they told me. There had been other complaints.

Small things, such as kids left in soiled clothes, skipped naps, and frequent staff turnover, but nothing had triggered an inspection.

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