That Children’s Day, I spent hours preparing a cake and went to the kindergarten to fetch her—only to find she wasn’t there.
I stood there, holding that cake, from three-thirty in the afternoon until eight at night.
When I finally returned home, Daniel and Emma were happily chatting about their dinner.
Daniel told me he had taken her out to celebrate, and I said nothing more.
But now I realized… it had been with Chloe.
The three of them looked every bit the perfect little family.
People say children speak without filter, but every word Emma said was the truth in her heart.
She truly didn’t want me as her mother.
Daniel and Chloe exchanged a look, their eyes filled with a silent understanding.
The sight of it sickened me.
Chloe took Emma’s little hand and crouched down to coax her.
“Emma, you mustn’t say that about your mother. Even though she hasn’t been around much, she still loves you very much.
Don’t you remember? The cross necklace on your wrist—your mother went to the church to pray for you and brought it back.”
Emma glanced at the necklace tied around her wrist and let out a cold snort.
She tore it off, threw it to the ground, and stomped on it twice.