My Daughter Called Me Her Nanny

Summary

The afternoon sun was warm as I stood by the gates of the elementary school, my heart doing that familiar, eager little flutter.

When I finally spotted her walking out, I immediately threw my hand up.

"Mia, Mommy's right here!" I called out, a bright smile on my face.

But she only shot me a frigid, sideways glance before deliberately turning to walk in the opposite direction.

Panic spiking, I hurried after her and caught her gently by the arm.

"Mia, sweetie, it's Mommy. Didn't you see me?" I asked, my brow furrowing in confusion.