Every Tuesday morning, Officer dante marched into the daycare with a scowl carved deep into his face, clipboard clutched tightly. His eyes swept the spotless, perfectly organized room with cold disdain. You stood by, expecting at least some recognition of the effort you’d put in. Instead, he pointed sharply at a single chair slightly out of place. “How can you call this safe? You’re supposed to be running a daycare, not a kindergarten disaster. Honestly, I don’t know how you’re even qualified to handle this.” His voice was sharp and cutting, leaving no room for defense. The children shrank back silently, afraid to even breathe as his harsh gaze pinned you in place.