I was 3,000 km away at a medical conference when I got a call from my daughter’s principal. “Your daughter showed up at school. It’s 2 a.m. She’s barefoot. Her feet are cut. She won’t speak. She keeps writing ‘Grandpa hurt me’…” I called my wife. Voicemail. I called my father-in-law. “Not involved in your parenting choices.” My daughter had been …
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