I was sitting on the sofa when my daughter got home from school. I immediately got out and went to her to ask how her day was at school. she always struggled to make friends so I'm hoping she had a good day at least.
"Hi sweetie, how was school?"
"Good." She replied.
"Did you make any new friends?" I asked, smiling at her.
She shrugged. "I only made one but he doesn't but he doesn't go to my school."
I got confused. "Well where does he go?"
She smiled and giggled. "He stays here."
I looked around. "No one is here sweetheart."
She nodded profusely. Yes he is. He's playing with your hair with your hair right now."
and then fear ran through me as I feel a strand of my hair being lifted of my shoulder.
