My Mother-in-Law Locked My Six-Year-Old Son in a Closet—Then I Discovered the Custody Papers.
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Chapter 23 / 27
Chapter 23 - The Closet Door
I removed the sliding bolt.
Not in a rage.
A screwdriver.
Ten minutes.
Perry watched.
“Can I do?”
“You can hold screws.”
He did.
We left the laundry closet itself.
Washer.
Dryer.
Shelves.
No need demolish.
Then he asked:
“Can dinosaur live there?”
His stuffed dinosaur.
I stared.
“Why?”
“Laundry dinosaur.”
Of course.
He placed it on shelf.
Then:
“Door close?”
“If nobody’s inside.”
He closed.
Opened.
Closed.
Normal.
Two years later, he would hide there voluntarily during hide-and-seek.
My heart nearly stopped.
Then he burst out laughing.
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That was recovery.
The room became boring.
