Chapter 11 - THE TWIST DID NOT MAKE ME A PERFECT MOTHER
For several weeks, anger made everything easy.
They were wrong.
I was right.
Then Lily’s therapist asked:
“Why were you staying with your parents for a full week?”
I answered:
“Because of the party.”
Then corrected myself.
“Because I wanted them to be different.”
That was harder.
My family’s favoritism was not new.
Vanessa mocked Lily’s clothes.
Mom corrected her manners constantly.
Dad called her “high maintenance.”
I pushed back sometimes.
Other times I told myself Lily needed family.
Marcus had noticed.
He once asked:
“Why do you keep leaving her with people who make her feel like work?”
I got defensive.
“They love her.”
Maybe they did.
Love did not make the environment healthy.
That was my blind spot.
I kept bringing Lily back because I wanted my parents to become grandparents I could trust.
I mistook hope for evidence.
That did not make their actions my fault.
It did mean I needed to stop making Lily attend auditions for love.
I apologized to her.
Simple.
“I should have listened sooner when you said Grandma’s house made you sad.”
Lily asked:
“Are you mad at me?”
“No.”
“Because I didn’t want Emma to get my candles?”
“No.”
Then:
“Can Emma still have birthdays?”
My heart broke.
“Yes.”
“Even if I don’t go?”
“Yes.”
That answer seemed to matter.
Children should not inherit adult punishment either.
Emma had been used as the golden child.
That was not the same as choosing the system.
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She was five.
I refused to turn one innocent girl into revenge for another.
