👩👦 In the evening, I quietly opened the door to my son’s room. He was asleep, covered with a blanket, and there were sheets of paper on the table.
I came closer and couldn’t believe my eyes.
On each sheet, he had written the same word… over and over again.
💔 I sat down on the bed and cried. I realized that he was carrying something inside him that he had never told me about.
And that all this time he had been suffering in silence.
👉 What exactly I read there — in the article in the comments 👇
My son is 10 years old, and I always thought he was a cheerful and open child.
But that evening, while cleaning his room, I noticed a stack of written sheets on the table.
Each one was the same: the same word written dozens of times.
A word that screamed of the pain he was hiding behind his smile.
I sat next to him and realized that sometimes the scariest thing is when children remain silent for fear of upsetting us.
