My 5-Year-Old Niece Whispered, “The Chair Hurts Me”—Then She Showed Me What She Had Hidden Underneath
“Does Chloe hate me?”
“No.”
“Can I see her?”
“Not yet.”
Her face fell.
“You’re punishing me.”
“No.”
I looked directly at her.
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