HE FOUND MY SON WALKING ALONE WITH A STUFFED DOG—AND DIDN’T CALL CPS
It was the one moment I turned my back. Just one. I was inside folding laundry while my four-year-old, Malakai, was supposedly watching cartoons. The front door was locked—or so I thought. Turns out, it wasn’t fully latched. And in his favorite blue slides, with his stuffed puppy tucked under one arm, he went on…
