At a family gathering, the kids were laughing and running around when, out of nowhere, my niece shoved my daughter off the second-floor balcony. A loud thud — then a scream. My little girl clutched her ribs, crying, “Jenny pushed me on purpose!” My mom brushed it off with a sigh. “Oh, stop exaggerating — she’s fine. Probably just a bruise from rough play. You really need to stop spoiling that child.” Holding my daughter as she gasped for air, I turned to my sister, voice shaking. “How could you raise a child who does something like this?” My sister stormed over, slapped me across the face, and spat, “Don’t you dare accuse my daughter! Your little drama queen probably threw herself for attention!” I didn’t respond. I just scooped up my unconscious daughter and dialed 911, my hands trembling as the whole room went dead silent.

Olivia 14 Tháng mười một, 2025 Share