But each day it got worse. She didn’t want to be alone even for a minute, and when I picked her up, she clung tightly to my hair as if she were afraid I would disappear.

Panicking, I decided to take her to the pediatrician.

The doctor carefully examined her, checked her reflexes, listened to her heart and breathing. Then suddenly, he frowned, put down the stethoscope, and looked straight at me.

— Who do you leave your daughter with when you’re not at home? — he asked unexpectedly.