I had just grabbed my keys from the counter when I called out, “Maya, don’t forget your jacket.” My four-year-old daughter was probably rummaging through her closet, hunting for her sparkly sneakers. I didn’t think much of it at first, just another morning in our little routine. “I don’t need it, Daddy!” she yelled back, her tiny voice muffled from...
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