Kaylee’s daughter, Amanda, went missing two weeks ago. Despite extensive search efforts, there were no leads. One day, while putting up flyers, Kaylee stopped by her neighbor Angela’s garage sale and was horrified to see Amanda’s jacket—the one she wore the night she disappeared.
Kaylee approached Angela, demanding, “Where did you get this?” Angela, startled, explained she bought it at a second-hand store near the bus station. Determined, Kaylee drove to the store, hoping for clues. The seller vaguely recalled a girl matching Amanda’s description who sold the jacket for bus fare.
Kaylee’s hope was reignited. She searched the bus station for more information but found none. Feeling defeated, she sat on a bench and found an address in Amanda’s jacket pocket. It led to a neighboring town where Amanda’s biological mother lived.
At the house, a disheveled woman confirmed Amanda had been there but was no longer. Desperate, Kaylee continued her search and finally spotted Amanda sheltering from the rain on a porch. “Amanda?!” she called out.
“Mom!” Amanda cried, running to Kaylee. They hugged tightly, both in tears. Amanda explained she had sought her biological mother but regretted it. “You’re my real mom,” Amanda admitted. Kaylee forgave her, and they went home together, relieved and reunited.
I Found Out My Daughter-in-Law Uses Trips to My House as a Punishment — So I Came Up with a Smart Strategy
Upon learning that her daughter-in-law sends her grandchildren to her as a form of discipline, Gina feels both upset and determined. Instead of reacting angrily, she makes sure her home is a safe haven for her grandchildren. Eventually, she decides to teach her daughter-in-law an unforgettable lesson.
“We are only here because you ate that candy that Mom was saving for Dad, Jacob. Mom told you not to!” I overheard my grandson, Thomas, telling his younger brother.
I paused in the kitchen, torn between the fridge and the counter, straining to catch more of their conversation. My heart sank, dreading that I had heard Thomas correctly, as it could mean my grandchildren weren’t genuinely eager to visit me.
I walked towards them slowly, trying to act casual.
“What do you mean by that, sweetheart?” I asked.
Thomas looked up, eyes wide in surprise.
“Uh, nothing, Grandma,” he said quickly.
No, really, it’s okay,” I gently insisted, kneeling down to their level. “You can tell me anything.”
Thomas glanced at Jacob, who nervously bit his lip while gripping his toy.
“Well, every time we do something naughty, or we ask for things we shouldn’t…” Thomas hesitated.
“Yes, go on,” I encouraged gently.
“Mom says that she’ll send us to ‘that witch’s house.’”
“That witch?” I repeated, stunned.
Amanda, my daughter-in-law, had always been somewhat cold to me, but telling the kids such stories? It was heartbreaking. I had always tried to create a welcoming and safe space for my grandchildren.
But this?
Realizing Amanda was turning them against me was more than I could bear. I took a deep breath and tried to steady my voice, wondering what my grandchildren truly thought of me.
“Oh, honey,” I said. “I never wanted you to think of my home as a punishment. If you don’t want to come here, you don’t have to.”
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