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

I stood there for a second, frozen. Then I turned and walked back to my car with tears in my eyes.

I sat in the driver’s seat and looked at her one more time. She was laughing with her friends like nothing had happened.

I picked up my phone and sent Ben a message. I told him Mary-Ann was riding the motorcycle.

I told him it was unsafe. He didn’t read it. Not after an hour. Not after two. I checked again and again. Still nothing.

All that time, I couldn’t calm down. I paced around the house. I checked my phone every few minutes.

I kept thinking that something bad would happen and I would not be there to help. Then, hours later, my phone finally rang.

It was her.

“Mom,” she cried into the phone. Her voice was shaking. “Mom, come get me.”

“What happened? Where are you?” I asked, already grabbing my keys.

She gave me directions. Her voice kept breaking. She was trying to stay strong, but I could tell she was scared.

When I got there, I saw her sitting alone on a road outside the city. She was curled up next to her motorcycle, holding her arm. Her face was pale, and she was crying.

“What happened?” I asked and rushed over. “Where are all your friends?”

“They got scared and ran away,” she said through her tears. “I wanted to be cool. I wanted to do a trick on the motorcycle… but I fell… I think I broke my arm.”