My Daughter Came Home from School in Tears Every Day – So I Put a Recorder in Her Backpack, and What I Heard Made My Blood Run Cold

She had her hair in those uneven braids she insisted on doing herself, and she yelled from the porch, “Bye, Mommy!”

I laughed every time.

I used to sit in the car after drop-off, just smiling to myself. Every afternoon, she’d come home buzzing about glitter glue disasters where it “exploded everywhere,” and who got to feed the class hamster.

She also shared how her teacher, Ms. Peterson, said she had “the neatest handwriting in class.” I remember tearing up when she said it.

It all just felt so right.

Lily loved school and immediately made friends with the girls in her class, coming home every day with a smile on her face. One day, when I dropped her off, she yelled to me, “Don’t forget my drawing for show-and-tell!”

I could tell she was in her element.

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