Love isn’t supposed to have conditions. But for my sister, it did. Without an ounce of guilt, she gave up her adopted daughter after having a biological son. As I tried to comprehend the cruelty, she simply shrugged and said, “She wasn’t really mine anyway.” But karma was already at her door.
There are moments that shatter you, crack open your chest, and leave you gasping for air. For me, it was four simple words my sister said about her four-year-old adopted daughter: “I gave her back.”
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We hadn’t seen my sister Erin in months. She lived a few states away, and with her pregnancy, we gave her space. But when she gave birth to a baby boy, the whole family decided to visit. We wanted to celebrate.
I filled my car with carefully wrapped gifts and a special teddy bear for Lily, my four-year-old goddaughter.
When we pulled up to Erin’s suburban home, I noticed the yard looked different. The plastic slide Lily loved was gone. So was her little garden of sunflowers we planted together last summer.
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Erin answered the door bouncing a swaddled bundle in her arms. “Everyone, meet Noah!” she announced, turning the baby to face us.
We all cooed warmly. Mom immediately reached for him, and Dad started snapping pictures. I glanced around the living room, noticing all traces of Lily were gone. No photos on the wall. No scattered toys. No stick figure drawings.
“Where’s Lily?” I asked, smiling, still holding her gift.
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The second I said her name, Erin’s face froze. She exchanged a quick glance with her boyfriend, Sam, who suddenly became very interested in adjusting the thermostat.
Then, without an ounce of shame, she said: “Oh! I gave her back.”
“What do you mean, ‘gave her back,’” I asked, certain I misheard.
Mom stopped rocking baby Noah, and Dad lowered his camera. The silence felt like concrete hardening around my feet.
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“You know I always wanted to be a boy mom,” Erin sighed, as if explaining something obvious. “Now I have Noah. Why would I need a daughter? And don’t forget, Lily was adopted. I don’t need her anymore.”
“You GAVE HER BACK?!” I yelled, my gift box dropping to the floor. “She’s not a toy you return to the store, Erin! She’s a child!”
She rolled her eyes. “Relax, Angela. She wasn’t really mine anyway. It’s not like I gave up my own kid. She was just… temporary.”
The word hit me like a slap. Temporary? As if Lily had been nothing more than a placeholder until the real thing came along.
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“TEMPORARY?” I repeated, my voice rising. “That little girl called you ‘Mommy’ for two years!”
“Ah, well, she can call someone else that now.”
“How can you say that, Erin? How can you even think about it?”
“You’re making this into something it’s not,” she snapped. “I did what was best for everyone.”
I thought of all the times I watched Erin with Lily — reading her stories, brushing her hair, and telling everyone who would listen that she was her daughter. How many times had I heard her say, “Blood doesn’t make a family, love does.”
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“What changed?” I demanded. “You fought for her. You went through mountains of paperwork. You cried when the adoption was finalized.”
“That was before,” she said dismissively. “Things are different now.”
“Different how? Because now you miraculously have a ‘real’ child? What kind of message does that send to Lily?”
“Look, Angela, you’re blowing this out of proportion. I loved Lily… I admit that. But now that my biological son is here, I don’t want to divide that love anymore. He needs all my care and attention. I’m sure Lily will find another home.”
That’s when something inside me snapped. Lily wasn’t just Erin’s daughter. She was mine too, in a way. I was her godmother. I held her when she cried. I rocked her to sleep.
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For years, I had dreamed of being a mother. But life had been cruel. I had miscarriage after miscarriage, each one stealing a piece of me, each one leaving a void that Lily filled with her laughter, her tiny hands reaching for mine, her little voice calling me “Auntie Angie.”
And Erin threw her away like she meant nothing. How could she?
“You held her in your arms, called her your daughter, let her call you Mom, and then tossed her aside the second you got your ‘real’ kid?!”
Erin scoffed, bouncing Noah who started to fuss. “She was a foster kid first. She knew this could happen.”
I felt my hands shaking. “Erin, she is FOUR YEARS OLD. You were her world.”
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Sam finally spoke up. “Look, we didn’t make this decision lightly. Noah needs all our attention right now.”
“You think abandoning her was fair?” I asked in disbelief.
“The agency found her a good placement,” Sam muttered. “She’ll be fine.”
Before I could respond, we heard a sharp knock at the door. If only I knew karma had arrived so soon. Sam went to answer the door. From where I stood, I saw two people on the porch, a man and a woman in professional attire.
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“Ms. Erin?” the woman asked, holding up an ID.
“I’m Vanessa and this is my colleague, David. We’re from Child Protective Services. We need to speak with you regarding some concerns that have come to our attention.”
Erin blinked, her face draining of color. “CPS? But… why?”
“We have some questions regarding your adoption process and your ability to provide a stable home for your son.”
Erin clutched Noah tighter. “My son? What does he have to do with anything?”
The CPS workers entered and took seats at Erin’s dining table.
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“We have reason to believe that you expedited the adoption dissolution process and dismissed necessary counseling before relinquishing custody of your daughter, Lily,” Vanessa said.
Erin turned to us, her eyes wide, seeking backup. She got none.
“This… this is ridiculous,” she stammered. “I followed all the legal procedures!”
David flipped through his notes. “Your neighbor reported that you returned a legally adopted child within days of giving birth, with no apparent transition plan. That raises concerns about your judgment as a parent.”
That’s when I remembered Erin’s long-time feud with her neighbor Mrs. Thompson, who had always doted on Lily. I watched as Erin’s confidence crumbled.
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“Wait… you’re not saying —”
“Ma’am, we need to ensure that your current child is in a safe environment. We will be conducting a full investigation.”
“You can’t take my baby!” Erin cried. “He’s MY SON. I won’t let you —”
She stopped abruptly, realizing what she’d implied.
“We’re not taking anyone at this moment. But we have to follow procedure. Kindly cooperate.”
“Where is Lily now?” I asked the CPS workers.
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Vanessa glanced at me. “And you are?”
“Angela, Erin’s sister. I’m also Lily’s godmother.”
“I’m afraid I can’t disclose that information at this time.”
Erin’s boyfriend didn’t say a word, his expression tight with regret.
Erin was desperate and trapped. She’d thrown Lily away like she was nothing, and now the system was deciding if she even deserved to keep her son. Maybe I should’ve felt bad. But I didn’t.
The fight wasn’t over. Even as CPS started their investigation, I couldn’t get Lily out of my mind.
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I spent weeks calling agencies, scoured adoption networks, and hired a lawyer. Meanwhile, CPS continued their investigation of Erin and Sam. Mom called me daily with updates.
“They questioned everyone on the block,” she told me. “Erin is furious.”
“Has she said anything about Lily? Asked how she is? Shown any remorse at all?”
“No. She just keeps saying she did what was best.”
Finally, we got a lead. My lawyer called on a Tuesday morning.
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“I’ve been in touch with a colleague who works with the state foster system,” she said. “She hinted that Lily might still be in foster care.”
My heart leapt. “She hasn’t been adopted by another family?”
“It appears not. If you’re serious about pursuing custody, we might have a chance.”
“I’m serious,” I said firmly. “Whatever it takes.”
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That night, I dug out photos of Lily. Her chubby baby face when I first met her. Her second birthday, cake smeared across her grinning face. Christmas last year, her eyes wide with wonder at the lights on the tree.
“I’m coming, Lily-bug,” I whispered to her smiling face. “I promise.”
The next three months blurred into a cycle of paperwork, home studies, interviews, and sleepless nights. I painted my spare bedroom pink — the exact shade Lily had always wanted. Butterfly decals covered the walls, and I filled the empty shelves with her favorite toys.
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My parents, after their initial shock, threw themselves into helping. Dad built a bookshelf in the shape of a castle. Mom knitted a new blanket with Lily’s name embroidered in the corner.
The preliminary approval came through in early May. I would be allowed a supervised visit with Lily.
The Family Connections Center was a cheerful building with murals of cartoon animals on the walls. I sat perched on the edge of a chair, clutching a small stuffed elephant I brought for Lily.
A woman with kind eyes appeared. “Ms. Angela? I’m Grace, Lily’s caseworker. We’re ready for you now.”
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I followed her to a small playroom. And there, sitting at a tiny table with crayons scattered around her, was Lily.
She was small. So much smaller than I remembered. When she looked up, her eyes were wary, cautious in a way no four-year-old’s eyes should be.
My heart shattered and reformed in an instant.
“Lily?” I whispered.
She stared at me, hesitant at first. Then, as the memory clicked into place, her face brightened with a smile.
“Auntie Angie?” she chirped.
I lost it. I dropped to my knees and held my arms out, and after a moment’s hesitation, she ran into them.
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“I missed you, Lily-bug,” I managed to say through my tears. “I missed you so much.”
She pulled back, her small hands cupping my cheeks. “Where did you go? I waited and waited. Mommy left me… she promised she’d come back, but she didn’t. Why did she leave me, Auntie?”
The innocent question gutted me. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I didn’t know where you were. But I looked everywhere for you. I promise I did.”
She nodded solemnly. “I’m living with Miss Karen now. She’s nice. But she doesn’t know how to make pancakes like you do.”
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I laughed through my tears. “If it’s okay with you, I’d like to do more than visit. I’ve been talking to some people about you coming to live with me. Would you like that?”
Lily’s eyes widened. “In your house? With the big windows?”
“That’s right. And I’ve made a special room just for you. With pink walls and butterflies.”
“And Mommy and the baby?” she asked about my sister and Noah, her voice suddenly uncertain.
It was the question I’d been dreading. I took a deep breath. “No, sweetheart. Not Mommy or the baby. But you’ll have me… and Daddy. Just the three of us.”
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Her small face scrunched in confusion. “Is Mommy still mad at me?”
The question knocked the wind from me. “Mad at you? Why would you think that?”
She looked down at her hands. “I must’ve been bad. That’s why she didn’t want me anymore.”
I gently tilted her chin up. “Lily, listen to me. You did nothing wrong. Nothing. Sometimes grownups make mistakes. Big mistakes. And what happened wasn’t your fault.”
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She considered this, her eyes searching mine for the truth. “Promise?”
“I promise. And I promise something else too. If you come live with me, I will never, ever leave you. No matter what.”
“Never ever?” she asked, her voice small but hopeful.
“Never, ever, ever. That’s what family means. Real family.”
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Three months later, Lily came home, and I did what Erin never could.
I fought. I went through the process, home studies, background checks, and parenting classes. I proved, over and over, that I would be the parent Lily deserved.
The day I signed the final adoption papers, my husband Alex was by my side, along with Mom and Dad.
“We’re proud of you,” Mom said, squeezing my hand.
Alex wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pressing a kiss to my temple. “We did it.”
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When the judge pronounced us officially a family, Lily threw her arms around my neck. “We did it, Mommy!”
MOMMY. The word I had dreamed of hearing for so long, from the child who had always held a piece of my heart.
Our life together wasn’t perfect. Lily had nightmares. She sometimes hoarded food, afraid it would be taken away. She asked questions I struggled to answer — about Erin and why her first family had left her.
But we worked through it together with patience, love, and a kind therapist, and with the unshakable certainty that we belonged together.
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And Erin? CPS eventually closed their investigation without removing Noah, though she was required to take parenting classes and undergo regular check-ins.
As for me? I got everything I ever wanted.
Lily turned six last week. She was in the backyard with her kindergarten friends, wearing a butterfly crown she made herself, giggling as Alex helped them build fairy houses. Dad stood nearby, offering tiny twigs and leaves, while Mom was in the kitchen, placing candles on a castle-shaped cake.
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I was watching it all, holding the frame that held her latest school picture, right beside the crayon drawing she had given me that first day at the visitation center. The same three figures — two tall, one small — but now surrounded by butterflies and hearts.
She’s home. Where she always should have been.
Sometimes, the happiest endings come from the most painful beginnings. Sometimes, the family you fight for is more precious than the one you’re born into. And sometimes, the universe has a way of putting things right… by bringing people exactly where they need to be.
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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
Woman Discovers a Photo of Herself as a Newborn with a Birthmark She Never Had, Her Mother Finally Reveals the Truth — Story of the Day
While helping her mother, Sarah, move into a new house, Natalie stumbles upon an old photograph hidden in a box. It shows a young Sarah holding a newborn baby with a distinctive birthmark on its cheek. But Natalie never had a birthmark. Confused and unsettled, she realizes there’s a secret her mother has been hiding.
Natalie adjusted her grip on the heavy box, glancing at Sarah, who was busily sorting through their belongings. It felt strange, this new feeling—admiration. For years, she had begged her mother to leave Ross, warning her about his manipulative ways.
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“You deserve better,” she’d say, but Sarah never listened. Each time she walked away from Ross, she’d return, swayed by a shiny necklace or an expensive dinner. But now, things were different. Sarah had finally found the strength to break free.
Watching her mother carry on despite the fear in her eyes, Natalie couldn’t help but feel a new kind of respect.
“I can’t believe this is actually happening,” Sarah said, her voice trembling as she looked around the empty house. It was a new beginning, but fear lingered in her eyes.
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Natalie paused, watching her mother. “How do you feel about everything?”
“I’m scared, Natalie,” Sarah admitted, her shoulders slumping. “I don’t know if I can do this.”
“I get it, Mom. It’s okay to be scared. But remember, you did the right thing.”
Sarah wrung her hands, glancing at the floor. “What if I go back to him again? What if I can’t make it on my own? What if I fail?”
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“You won’t, Mom,” Natalie said firmly. “You’ll figure it out, and I’ll be here with you. You’re not alone in this. You have me, your one and only daughter, and I’m not going anywhere.”
Sarah looked up, and her eyes filled with unshed tears. Her brow furrowed, lips quivering.
“Mom, are you okay?” Natalie asked, concerned.
“Yes, yes. Sorry, I just got lost in thought.” Sarah forced a smile.
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They started unpacking, trying to focus on the small tasks. “You sure kept a lot of stuff, Mom,” Natalie remarked, lifting another heavy box.
Sarah called from the other room, “Oh, really? I seem to remember a certain college student with a mountain of boxes.”
Natalie chuckled, shaking her head. “Okay, okay, you got me there. But I’m different now. I’ve learned to let go.”
She pulled open a dusty box, revealing a stack of old photo albums. She brushed off the top one and flipped it open, smiling as she saw herself as a toddler, playing in the backyard, dressed in funny Halloween costumes, and grinning with a gap-toothed smile.
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Page after page, she saw Sarah’s smiling face next to hers, but she avoided the photos that showed Ross. She flipped past those quickly, a sour feeling building in her chest whenever his face appeared.
Once she finished the albums, she reached the bottom of the box and noticed an old envelope. It looked out of place, hidden away like a secret. Curiosity took over, and she carefully opened it.
Inside was a single photograph. It showed a much younger Sarah, looking tired but joyful, cradling a newborn in her arms at the hospital. Natalie squinted at the baby, her smile fading. A large birthmark covered the baby’s cheek.
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She flipped the photo over and read the date. It matched the day of her own birth. Her heart skipped a beat, confusion filling her mind. “But I never had a birthmark,” she whispered to herself, scanning the photo again. A chill ran down her spine as dread settled in. Something wasn’t right.
Natalie stormed into the bedroom, gripping the photograph tightly. “Mom? Don’t you have something to explain?” she demanded, holding the picture up for Sarah to see.
Sarah’s eyes widened, and she froze, clearly flustered. “Uhh… Natalie… where did you find that?” she asked, her voice shaky.
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“In the box with the photo albums,” Natalie replied coldly.
Sarah swallowed hard. “I can explain. It’s… it’s just the baby of a woman who was sharing the hospital room with me.”
Natalie narrowed her eyes. “Really? And you’ve kept it all these years? Why would you hide it in an envelope?”
“I—I don’t know,” Sarah stammered, rubbing the back of her head. “It’s nothing, Natalie.”
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“Don’t lie to me, Mom,” Natalie shot back. “You always do that when you lie. What’s going on? Who’s this baby?”
Sarah sighed, her hands trembling. “It’s complicated, Natalie. It was a long time ago…”
Natalie crossed her arms. “Then start explaining.”
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Sarah took a deep breath, sitting down on the edge of the bed. “Alright. But promise you won’t hate me.”
“I can’t promise that,” Natalie replied sharply. “Just tell me.”
Sarah closed her eyes for a moment, collecting her thoughts. “When your father and I first got married, we didn’t have much. We were poor, barely scraping by.”
Natalie huffed, her impatience growing. “I know all that, Mom.”
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Sarah nodded. “Then, when I got pregnant, we were excited but scared. We didn’t have the money, but we wanted to keep the baby. When we went for the second ultrasound, they told us we were having twins.”
Natalie blinked, the revelation hitting her like a wave. “Twins?”
Sarah nodded, tears welling up in her eyes. “Yes. But your father… he didn’t take it well. He said we couldn’t afford two children. He wanted me to have an abortion, but it was too late.”
Natalie’s breath caught in her throat, but she remained silent, waiting for her mother to continue.
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“When you were born,” Sarah whispered, “you had a sister. But then… your father brought two strangers into the hospital room. He said… one of you had to go. I begged him, Natalie, I did. But he had already made up his mind.”
Natalie’s hands tightened into fists. “You let him take her?”
“I didn’t have a choice,” Sarah sobbed. “I didn’t want to lose either of you.”
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Natalie stood, her chest heaving with anger. “So, I have a sister—a twin—and you never told me? You let her go, and you stayed with him after that?”
“I loved him,” Sarah whispered, tears falling freely.
Natalie glared at her, her voice trembling with rage. “You loved him more than your own child! I knew you weren’t the best mother, but this… this is worse than I ever imagined!” She turned toward the door, her mind racing.
“Natalie, please—”
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But Natalie didn’t stop. She ran out of the room, out of the apartment, leaving her mother’s cries behind her.
Back in her apartment, her hands shook as she typed out a message to Sarah:
Who did you and Dad give her to?
Minutes passed, each one feeling like an hour. When Sarah finally replied with the information, Natalie’s heart hardened. She blocked her mother’s number without hesitation, determined to find answers on her own.
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Through a few quick searches on social media, she found out her sister’s name—Amber. She lived in a neighboring state. Without a second thought, she booked a plane ticket and boarded the flight that same afternoon, her mind racing with questions.
When she landed, Natalie called a cab, and the driver took her to Amber’s address. The cab stopped in front of a charming, two-story house with a big, well-kept yard. Natalie sat in the backseat, nerves building as she stared at the house.
“Lady, I can’t sit here all day; some of us have jobs,” the cab driver snapped.
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Natalie shot him a quick, irritated look and got out of the car, her legs unsteady. She walked up to the fence, clutching it tightly for support. Her breath caught when she spotted a woman who looked just like her, except for a birthmark on her cheek—Amber.
Amber was playing with a little boy while a man, probably her husband, laughed beside them. An elderly couple sat nearby, holding hands, their smiles warm and gentle. When they leaned in for a kiss, it reminded Natalie of a love she had never seen between her parents.
“Mom, Dad, come on, show some restraint,” Amber said with a grin as she watched her parents kiss.
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Just then, two older women walked by and noticed Natalie by the fence. “Hi, Amber!” one of them greeted her warmly, mistaking her for her twin.
Natalie hesitated, caught off guard. “Oh, uh… hi,” she replied awkwardly, forcing a smile.
The women continued walking, not noticing the confusion, while Natalie tried to steady her nerves.
Natalie took one last look at Amber’s family. They seemed so content, like a picture-perfect scene from a commercial. Amber was laughing with her little boy, while her husband joined in, and her parents sat nearby, relaxed and happy.
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It was clear they were close, a real family, and Natalie felt a sharp pang in her chest. She realized then that she couldn’t disrupt that happiness. With a heavy sigh, she turned away, her heart aching but resolute.
She couldn’t be the one to ruin Amber’s peace. As much as it hurt, she knew it was the right thing to do.
The next morning, Natalie flew back home, still haunted by what she’d learned. Without fully understanding why, she found herself calling a cab to her mom’s house.
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As she arrived, she saw her dad’s car pulling away. Her heart sank, and she feared the worst. She stepped out and knocked, and Sarah opened the door almost immediately.
Natalie looked at her mom, her voice sharp. “Was Dad here?”
Sarah hesitated, then nodded. “Yes.”
Natalie felt her stomach drop. “So, you forgave him. Again.”
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Sarah glanced down, fidgeting with her hands. “He brought me a necklace,” she said softly. “It’s beautiful…” Her voice faded as she spoke.
Natalie sighed, her shoulders slumping. “I see,” she said, turning to leave, feeling the familiar sting of disappointment.
Before she could step away, Sarah spoke again, her voice stronger. “But I told him to go to hell.”
Natalie stopped, stunned. She turned back, searching her mom’s face. Seeing the truth there, she stepped forward and pulled her into a tight hug. They clung to each other, tears streaming, finally finding a sense of relief.
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