Author: Walli Clien

April 12 I can still hear the sound of Bens sneakers dragging on the sidewalk outside Little Acorns Daycare, the rubber soles leaving scuffs on the concrete. In

The little boy was being dragged away from the daycare doors, his sneakers squeaking awkwardly against the linoleum. Clenched tight in his small hand was a pale pink

The young boy was being pulled away from the daycares entrance, his sneakers squeaking along the linoleum. He held tight to a tiny pink hair tie that belonged