I searched for her, but she was already gone.Thankfully, I gave my son an EpiPen, and he began to recover after a few hours.
I told my husband I never want to see his daughter again.He insists she’s just a teenager who didn’t understand the seriousness of her actions.
He says he’s spoken to her and wants me to forgive her, but I can’t bring myself to do it
At 2 a.m., I woke up and noticed my husband wasn’t in bed.
Then I heard a scream.
It was him screaming from our 7-year-old son’s room.
I ran there and froze when I found my child on the floor, covered in chocolate.
He looked sick and very pale. Beside him was a large chocolate cake with peanuts.
