She carries you to the car as you try to explain what has happened, "But Mommy! I'm not Mikey! Mommy!" You pleaded but your voice and tone made it impossible to take seriously, "Honey, Now I know you don't want to go, but I have no where else to leave you!" She puts you in the car seat and wraps the seat belt around your clean pull-up and overalls. Then she drives you over.
When you arrive she unbelts you and takes you in. You walk into the day-care and look around, in one area there are older children, between ages 3 and 9 playing quietly and easily. Then in another there are younger children, ages 0 to 3. That room is chaos with children running around, uncontrollable, and unlike the other room, it seems like all of these children are not potty trained and wore diapers or pull-ups. Your mother walks up to the front desk and drops you off. You see her whisper "He still wears Pull-ups, so you should put him where he can be changed!" as if you couldn't understand what she is saying. Then she kisses you and walks away. The woman at the desk leads you into the room with younger children, then she leaves you in the chaos...
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