“It’s not kidnapping. I spoke with Mia’s mother. We agreed this would be good for both children.” He loosened his tie, a gesture that usually meant he was settling in at home. The normalcy of it made me want to scream.
“Good for—” I broke off, staring at the little girl who sat perfectly still, her hands folded in her lap. She looked like she was trying to disappear into the cushions. “Michael, this is insane. What did Ethan do that was so terrible?”
His jaw tightened. “He’s been bullying Mia. He made fun of Mia’s cardboard dollhouse and called it trash. And he told everyone her family must be too poor to buy real toys.”
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He ran a hand through his hair, messing up his usually perfect parting. “But it’s more than that. Lately, he throws fits when he doesn’t get exactly what he wants. He broke his new tablet last week because the game wouldn’t load fast enough.”
Michael looked me dead in the eye then and said, “Our son has become entitled, Emily. Spoiled. He needs to learn what it’s like on the other side.”
I sank onto the couch, my mind racing.
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Yes, Ethan could be selfish sometimes — what five-year-old wasn’t? We’d been working on it, trying to teach him about sharing and gratitude. But this…
“There had to be better ways to handle this,” I muttered. “Timeout, taking away privileges—”
“Those don’t work anymore.” Michael’s voice softened slightly. “Em, he needs to understand. Really understand. Words aren’t enough. Sometimes you have to feel something to learn from it.”
I looked at Mia again.
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She was thin, with careful eyes that seemed too old for her face. When she caught me watching, she gave me a tiny, hesitant smile that broke my heart.
“Hi, Mia,” I said gently. “Are you hungry?”
She nodded, and something in my chest twisted. I knew Michael was wrong about this, but I also knew that look. It was the look of a child who wasn’t used to being asked what they needed.
“Let’s get you something to eat,” I said, standing up.
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Once I’d settled Mia in the kitchen with a plate of chicken nuggets and fries, I pulled Michael aside for a serious adult conversation.
“I still can’t believe you did this without consulting me,” I said in a low voice. “It was impulsive and wrong. That little girl is so confused, and I bet Ethan is, too. And I’ll only agree to this experiment if we go over to Mia’s house today and explain everything properly to Ethan.”
Michael nodded. “You’re right, it was impulsive, but this will teach Ethan gratitude and humility in a way we never could. You’ll see.”