Until suddenly… it wasn’t.
It started a few weeks ago.
“MOMMY, PLEASE! DON’T TAKE ME THERE!” Monica cried one morning, clutching my leg so tightly I could barely move.
Her little body shook with sobs. Tears soaked into my pants.
I crouched down, gently brushing her hair back.
“Sweetheart, what’s wrong? You love going to Grandma’s.”
She shook her head violently, her voice breaking.