My daughter Monica is four years old — bright, curious, and usually the happiest little girl you could imagine.
Or at least… she used to be.
My husband Daniel and I both work full-time, and like many parents, we rely on family for help. His mother — Monica’s grandmother — had always been our biggest support. She adored Monica. She baked cookies, bought …
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