I’ve always prided myself on being a loving and supportive grandmother.
For me, family comes first. So when my daughter-in-law, Jessica, asked me
to babysit my grandson, Luke, for the weekend, I was more than happy to help out.
I adore that little boy, and spending time with him was always a joy.
It was just supposed to be a normal weekend. I packed up my overnight bag,
grabbed a few snacks for Luke and me, and headed over to their house on Friday afternoon.
Jessica and my son, Aaron, were going out of town for a much-needed getaway,
and they knew Luke would be in good hands with me. It was routine by now.
I’d taken care of Luke on several occasions, and it was always a pleasure to watch him.
But what I came home to after the weekend would leave me shaking with disbelief.
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