Kids’ Big Fears: Part I
I came home for lunch one day in first grade and the house was empty. As a minute stretched into five and then 15, I became convinced that my mom was gone forever. Sounds like the start of a therapy
I came home for lunch one day in first grade and the house was empty. As a minute stretched into five and then 15, I became convinced that my mom was gone forever. Sounds like the start of a therapy