Every morning, six-year-old Calvin used to dash out the door like a burst of joy—shouting goodbye to his dog, proudly waving his toy dinosaur, and running to catch the school bus as if it were the highlight of his day. He was a child full of wonder, light, and energy.
But then, something changed.
His smile faded. His drawings stopped. The bright boy who once filled rooms with dinosaurs and dragons grew quiet. There were stomachaches, sleepless nights, hallway lights left on. And eventually, Calvin began handing his mom blank pages—or worse, angry black scribbles crushed in frustration.
His mother, at first, hoped it was just a phase. But deep down, she knew something was wrong. One morning, instead of watching from the porch, she walked Calvin all the way to the bus. What she witnessed broke her heart.
