My Daughter Called Me Her Nanny
Language: en
The afternoon sun was warm as I stood by the gates of the elementary school, my heart doing that familiar, eager little flutter. When I finally spotted her walking out, I immediately threw my hand up. "Mia, Mommy's right here!" I called out, a bright smile on my face. But she only shot me a frigid, sideways glance before deliberately turning to walk in the opposite direction. Panic spiking, I hurried after her and caught her gently by the arm. "Mia, sweetie, it's Mommy. Didn't you see me?" I asked, my brow furrowing in confusion. To my absolute shock, she yanked her arm out of my grasp and…