I was chopping vegetables when my four-year-old daughter

vitamin earlier today.”

“She’s sleepy. Good. At least she’s resting.”

“With you, she throws tantrums. With me, she understands.”

Emma came back holding an orange pharmacy bottle in both hands.

The moment I saw it, my legs went weak.

They weren’t vitamins.

It was medication for adults.

With a prescription label.

With the dosage clearly printed.

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