17/08/2025
My husband and I have an 8-year-old daughter, Lily. So, when my sister Susan—who had recently married a wealthy businessman—invited us to their sprawling estate for a family gathering, Lily was beyond excited.
When we arrived at their mansion, it was as luxurious as you'd imagine. Adults sipped cocktails in the garden, chatting about Susan's husband's promotion, while the kids were handed off to a nanny.
But then, the unexpected happened. Out of nowhere, Lily came running towards me, tears streaming down her face. My heart sank.
"Sweetheart, what's wrong?" I knelt to her level.
"Mom, I want to go home," she sobbed, barely able to get the words out.
"Why? What happened?"
She hiccuped through her tears, her voice shaking.
"AUNT SUSAN TOLD ME I CAN'T SWIM. ALL THE OTHER KIDS ARE IN THE POOL, BUT I'M NOT ALLOWED TO GO. SHE SAID NO."
I could feel the anger bubbling up in me instantly. What in the world could possess her to do that? Why was it okay for the other kids but not mine?
"Where's Aunt Susan?" I asked.
"She's by the pool, taking pictures of her son," Lily sniffled.
I stood up abruptly, feeling my hands clench into fists. Without saying another word, I walked straight to the pool area, Lily trailing behind me.
I could see Susan, her expensive camera in hand, focused on her son, who was splashing around in the water.
"EXCUSE ME, SUSAN," I said, my tone cold. "WHY ISN'T LILY ALLOWED TO SWIM IN THE POOL LIKE ALL THE OTHER KIDS?" ⬇️
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