My sister asked me to pick up her 5-year-old from kindergarten as a favour – and then my niece said, “Auntie, why didn’t THE OTHER MOMMY come get me like she usually does?”
That morning, my sister Natalie had called me in a rush, saying she was stuck at work and couldn’t collect her daughter from kindergarten. Her husband was out of town for the first time on business, and she had no one else to ask. I was off that day anyway, so I told her not to worry and drove over to the school.
As I helped little Ruby into her jacket, she looked up at me with a puzzled expression and said, “Auntie, why didn’t THE OTHER MOMMY pick me up like she usually does?”
I blinked. “What other mommy, sweetheart?”
“You know, the other mommy. She always comes to get me and takes me to her house first, and then Daddy picks me up later. Sometimes we stay there for dinner. She tells me to call her Mommy too, but I don’t want to. So I call her the other mommy.”
My stomach tightened. “Oh, okay. She just couldn’t come today, so your mommy asked me. Is that alright?”
“Yeah! I like you better anyway,” she said, grinning.
I smiled back, but my mind was already racing. Who was this woman? Why was a stranger regularly picking up my niece? Did Natalie knew any of this?
On the way home, Ruby chattered excitedly about her drawings and her friends, but I was barely present. Something about this didn’t sit right. Natalie always told me everything – or at least I thought she did.
That night, I almost called my sister to ask. But something held me back. I wanted to see for myself first.
What happened next changed everything… FULL STORY on the next page.
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