A Millionaire’s Son Kept Crying at Night — Doctors Were Stumped Until the Nanny Intervened

As a mother, your instincts never truly rest. They don’t clock out, they don’t take breaks, and they certainly don’t allow you to switch off, no matter how old your children become. Even now, at fifty, happily married to my husband Nathan, with our lives comfortably settled in the quiet suburbs, I still feel the invisible tether that connects me to our only son, Xavier. It is the kind of connection that transcends distance, age, and circumstance — a silent radar for his well-being… CONTINUE READING…