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It started to happen in the third week of September- the honeymoon was over and it was full on war. Little Maya, who was almost 6, would climb off the bus and after an initial tight hug would have three different meltdowns by the time we had walked the 800m home. Frazzled, we would get inside and Id offer a snack and cuddle- but a million things would bother her- her sisters loud voice, the type of cracker on her plate, my facial expression. It was exhausting. Her teacher told me she was wonderful at school- engaged, curious, and well-behaved. What was going on with my sweet little child?
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