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 began to sleep more, but she never seemed rested. I chalked it up to the shorter days and seasonal blues—maybe. Kids go through phases, don’t they?

But one morning, when it was time to leave for school, I walked in and found her sitting on the edge of her bed in her pajamas, just staring at her sneakers as if they were something to fear.

“Sweetheart,” I said softly, kneeling in front of her, “we need to get dressed.

We’re going to be late for school.”

She didn’t look at me. Her lower lip wobbled. “Mommy… I don’t want to go.”

That stopped me cold, and my stomach tightened.

“Why not? Did something happen?”

She shook her head hard, her eyes wide, hair brushing against her pink pajamas. “No.

I just… I don’t like it there.”

“Did someone hurt your feelings?” I asked, keeping my voice gentle. “Say something mean?”

Her eyes dropped to the carpet. “No.

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