My Daughter Said I Was No Longer the Mother She Needed and Moved in With Her Stepmother — Story of the Day

“My poor girl,” I said. I knelt beside her and held her close. “If you only broke your arm, you are lucky. It could have ended much worse.”

“Yes, I know,” she whispered.

I helped her get up slowly and brought her to the car. She leaned on me the whole time. I kept my hand on hers while I drove us to the hospital.

The doctor said it was a clean break and a minor concussion. “She just needs a day of rest, and everything will be fine,” he told me after putting on the cast.

When we got back into the car, I glanced at her. “Do you want me to take you to your father’s?” I asked.

She shook her head. “No. I want to go home.”

I didn’t say anything. I just started the engine and drove.

“Mom,” she said after a while.

“Yes, sweetheart?”

“Thank you for coming right away. For not leaving me alone.”

“Of course,” I said. “I will always come to you.”

“I called Jessica first,” she said. Her voice trembled. “She said she had a manicure and could not come. Then she told me I should get used to not depending on them. They’re going to have a baby. She said I would have to move out. There won’t be space for me.”

She broke into tears.

I pulled the car over and hugged her tightly. “Do not listen to Jessica,” I said. “Your father will always have space for you.”