While tidying up the house, Crystal stumbled upon a stash of money beneath her young daughter Daisy’s bed. Overwhelmed by curiosity and concern, she confronted Daisy and discovered a heart-wrenching truth that left her in tears and prompted a desperate call to her ex-husband.
Hello everyone, especially all the single moms who understand the challenges of caring for your own little universe…
Let me introduce you to my world: my precious daughter Daisy. She recently turned eight and is my entire world. She’s the reason I get up every morning.
Last week was particularly chaotic. After seeing Daisy off on the school bus, I rushed home to start my cleaning routine.
After loading the laundry and tidying up the living room, I moved on to Daisy’s room, expecting the usual clutter.
Daisy’s room was its typical scene of delightful chaos. Dolls, coloring books, and tiny shoes were scattered everywhere. I began putting her toys away and started vacuuming.
Just as I was about to start, something caught my eye under her bed. Kneeling down, I reached underneath and felt around. My fingers brushed against a couple of boxes. I initially thought they were old shoeboxes or toy containers.
Curious, I pulled them out, not sure what to expect.
Opening one of the boxes, I was stunned. Inside was a stack of money – fives and twenties, neatly arranged. My hands shook as I counted it.
Several hundred dollars? Where did my little girl get all this money? And what was she planning to do with it?
I sat on her bed, my mind swirling with questions. How could she have so much money? Was she hiding something from me? My heart raced as I prepared to confront her.
After quickly finishing up in Daisy’s room, I placed the boxes on the coffee table in the living room. I needed answers. I couldn’t focus on anything else.
When Daisy came home that afternoon, she was all smiles, talking excitedly about her day. “Mommy, guess what! We shared candies at lunch, and I got a star for my drawing!”
Her joy faded when she saw the boxes of money. Her face paled, and she froze, eyes wide with shock.
“WHERE DID YOU GET THIS MONEY?” I demanded, holding up a five-dollar bill. My voice quivered with fear and anger. My heart pounded louder with each beat.
