Quando Jeff se casa com Claire, uma mãe solteira com duas filhas doces, a vida parece quase perfeita — exceto pelos sussurros assustadores sobre o porão. Quando as meninas inocentemente pedem para ele “visitar o papai”, Jeff descobre um segredo de família inacreditável.
Mudar para a casa de Claire depois que nos casamos foi como pisar em uma memória cuidadosamente preservada. O piso de madeira rangia com o peso da história, e o cheiro de velas de baunilha pairava no ar.
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A luz do sol entrava pelas cortinas de renda, espalhando padrões pelas paredes, enquanto o zumbido da vida enchia cada canto. As meninas, Emma e Lily, zumbiam como beija-flores, suas risadas eram uma melodia constante, enquanto Claire trazia uma sensação de calma que eu não tinha percebido que estava procurando.
Era o tipo de casa que você queria chamar de lar. Só havia um problema: o porão.
A porta ficava no fim do corredor, pintada do mesmo branco casca de ovo das paredes. Não era abertamente ameaçadora — apenas uma porta. No entanto, algo nela chamou minha atenção.
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Talvez fosse o jeito como as meninas sussurravam e olhavam para ele quando achavam que ninguém estava olhando. Ou o jeito como suas risadas diminuíam sempre que me pegavam observando-as.
Mas mesmo sendo óbvio para mim, Claire não pareceu notar… ou talvez ela fingisse que não notou.
“Jeff, você pode pegar os pratos?” A voz de Claire me chamou de volta à realidade. O jantar foi macarrão com queijo — o favorito de Emma e Lily.
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Emma, de oito anos, mas já mostrando sinais da determinação da mãe, me seguiu até a cozinha e me estudou com foco enervante. Seus olhos castanhos, tão parecidos com os de Claire, brilharam de curiosidade.
“Você já se perguntou o que tem no porão?” ela perguntou de repente.
Quase deixei os pratos caírem.
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“O que é isso?”, perguntei, tentando parecer tranquilo.
“O porão”, ela sibilou. “Você não se pergunta o que tem lá embaixo?”
“A máquina de lavar? Algumas caixas e móveis velhos?” Eu ri, mas minha risada saiu fraca. “Ou talvez haja monstros lá embaixo? Ou tesouros?”
Emma apenas sorriu e voltou para a sala de jantar.
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Na sala de jantar, Lily, com apenas seis anos, mas travessa para sua idade, caiu na gargalhada.
No dia seguinte, eu estava dando o café da manhã para as meninas quando Lily deixou cair a colher. Seus olhos se arregalaram e ela pulou da cadeira para pegá-la.
“Papai odeia barulhos altos”, ela disse cantando.
Eu congelei.
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Claire nunca tinha falado muito sobre o pai de Lily e Emma. Eles foram felizes casados em um ponto, mas agora ele tinha “ido embora”. Ela nunca tinha esclarecido se ele estava morto ou apenas vivendo sua vida em outro lugar e eu não a pressionei.
Comecei a pensar que talvez devesse ter insistido para que ela me contasse o que tinha acontecido com ele.
Poucos dias depois, Lily estava colorindo na mesa do café da manhã. A caixa de giz de cera e lápis era um arco-íris caótico espalhado pela mesa, mas seu foco era absoluto. Inclinei-me para ver no que ela estava trabalhando.
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“Somos nós?”, perguntei, apontando para os bonecos de palito que ela havia desenhado.
Lily assentiu sem olhar para cima. “Essa sou eu e Emma. Essa é a mamãe. E essa é você.” Ela levantou um lápis de cera, considerando sua tonalidade, antes de escolher outro para a figura final.
“E quem é esse?”, perguntei, gesticulando para a última figura parada um pouco afastada.
“É o papai”, ela disse simplesmente, como se fosse a coisa mais óbvia do mundo.
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Meu coração pulou. Antes que eu pudesse perguntar qualquer outra coisa, Lily desenhou um quadrado cinza ao redor da figura.
“E o que é isso?” perguntei.
“É o nosso porão”, ela disse, com o tom mais prático do que nunca.
Então, com a confiança inabalável de uma criança de seis anos, ela pulou da cadeira e foi embora, deixando-me olhando para o desenho.
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No final da semana, a curiosidade tinha se tornado uma coisa roedora. Naquela noite, enquanto Claire e eu estávamos sentados no sofá com taças de vinho, decidi tocar no assunto.
“Claire,” comecei cuidadosamente. “Posso te perguntar uma coisa sobre… o porão?”
Ela parou, sua taça de vinho suspensa no ar. “O porão?”
“É só que… as meninas continuam mencionando isso. E Lily desenhou essa imagem com — bem, não importa. Acho que estou apenas curiosa.”
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Seus lábios se apertaram em uma linha fina. “Jeff, não há nada com que se preocupar. É só um porão. Velho, úmido e provavelmente cheio de aranhas. Confie em mim, você não vai querer ir lá.”
Sua voz era firme, mas seus olhos a traíam. Ela não estava apenas descartando o tópico; ela estava enterrando-o.
“E o pai deles?”, pressionei gentilmente. “Às vezes falam dele como se ele ainda estivesse… morando aqui.”
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Claire exalou, colocando seu copo na mesa. “Ele faleceu há dois anos. Foi repentino, uma doença. As meninas ficaram devastadas. Tentei protegê-las o máximo que pude, mas as crianças processam o luto do seu jeito.”
Havia uma rachadura em sua voz, uma hesitação que pairava pesadamente no ar. Não insisti mais, mas o desconforto se agarrou a mim como uma sombra.
Tudo culminou na semana seguinte.
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Claire estava no trabalho, e as duas meninas estavam em casa, doentes com fungadas e febres leves. Eu estava fazendo malabarismos com sucos de caixinha, biscoitos e episódios do desenho animado favorito delas quando Emma entrou na sala, seu rosto estranhamente sério.
“Você quer visitar o papai?”, ela perguntou, com a voz firme de um jeito que fez meu peito apertar.
Eu congelei. “O que você quer dizer?”
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Lily apareceu atrás dela, segurando um coelho de pelúcia.
“A mamãe o mantém no porão”, ela disse, tão casualmente como se estivesse falando sobre o clima.
Meu estômago caiu. “Meninas, isso não tem graça.”
“Não é brincadeira”, Emma disse firmemente. “Papai fica no porão. Podemos mostrar a você.”
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Contra todo instinto racional, eu os segui.
O ar ficou mais frio conforme descíamos os degraus de madeira rangentes, a lâmpada fraca lançando sombras assustadoras e bruxuleantes. O cheiro de mofo enchia meu nariz, e as paredes pareciam opressivamente próximas.
Parei no último degrau e olhei para a escuridão, procurando por qualquer coisa que pudesse explicar por que as meninas acreditavam que o pai delas estava morando ali.
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“Aqui”, disse Emma, pegando minha mão e me levando em direção a uma pequena mesa no canto.
A mesa estava decorada com desenhos coloridos, brinquedos e algumas flores murchas. No centro dela, havia uma urna, simples e modesta. Meu coração pulou uma batida.
“Veja, aqui está o papai.” Emma sorriu para mim enquanto apontava para a urna.
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“Oi, papai!” Lily gorjeou, dando tapinhas na urna como se fosse um bichinho de estimação. Então ela se virou para olhar para mim. “Nós o visitamos aqui embaixo para que ele não se sinta solitário.”
Emma colocou uma mão no meu braço, sua voz suave. “Você acha que ele sente nossa falta?”
Minha garganta fechou, o peso da inocência deles me fez cair de joelhos. Puxei os dois para um abraço.
“Seu pai… ele não pode sentir sua falta porque ele está sempre com vocês”, eu sussurrei. “Em seus corações. Em suas memórias. Vocês fizeram um lugar lindo para ele aqui.”
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Quando Claire chegou em casa naquela noite, contei tudo a ela. Seu rosto se enrugou enquanto ela ouvia, lágrimas escorrendo.
“Eu não sabia”, ela admitiu, com a voz trêmula. “Achei que colocá-lo lá embaixo nos daria espaço para seguir em frente. Não percebi que elas… oh meu Deus. Minhas pobres meninas.”
“Você não fez nada de errado. Eles só… eles ainda precisam se sentir próximos dele”, eu disse gentilmente. “Do jeito deles.”
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Ficamos sentados em silêncio, o peso do passado nos pressionando. Finalmente, Claire se endireitou, enxugando os olhos.
“Nós o moveremos”, ela disse. “Para algum lugar melhor. Assim, Emma e Lily podem lamentar sua morte sem ter que descer até aquele porão mofado.”
No dia seguinte, montamos uma nova mesa na sala de estar. A urna tomou seu lugar entre as fotos de família, cercada pelos desenhos das meninas.
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Naquela noite, Claire reuniu Emma e Lily para explicar.
“Seu pai não está naquela urna”, ela disse suavemente. “Na verdade, não. Ele está nas histórias que contamos e no amor que compartilhamos. É assim que o mantemos por perto.”
Emma assentiu solenemente, enquanto Lily segurava seu coelhinho de pelúcia.
“Ainda podemos dizer oi para ele?” ela perguntou.
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“Claro”, disse Claire, sua voz embargada um pouco. “E você ainda pode desenhar figuras para ele. É por isso que trouxemos sua urna aqui e fizemos um lugar especial para ela.”
Lily sorriu. “Obrigada, mamãe. Acho que o papai ficará mais feliz aqui em cima conosco.”
Começamos uma nova tradição naquele domingo. Quando o sol se pôs, acendemos uma vela perto da urna e nos sentamos juntas. As meninas compartilharam seus desenhos e memórias e Claire contou histórias sobre seu pai — sua risada, seu amor pela música, a maneira como ele costumava dançar com elas na cozinha.
Uma mulher conversando com suas filhas | Fonte: Midjourney
Enquanto eu os observava, senti uma profunda sensação de gratidão. Eu não estava lá para substituí-lo, percebi. Meu papel era somar ao amor que já mantinha essa família unida.
E fiquei honrado em fazer parte disso.
Aqui vai outra história: quando uma nova família se mudou para a casa ao lado, a semelhança assustadora entre a filha deles e a minha me fez entrar em uma espiral de suspeitas. Será que meu marido poderia estar escondendo um caso? Tive que confrontá-lo, mas a verdade acabou sendo muito mais sombria do que eu imaginava.
Este trabalho é inspirado em eventos e pessoas reais, mas foi ficcionalizado para fins criativos. Nomes, personagens e detalhes foram alterados para proteger a privacidade e melhorar a narrativa. Qualquer semelhança com pessoas reais, vivas ou mortas, ou eventos reais é mera coincidência e não intencional do autor.
O autor e a editora não fazem nenhuma reivindicação quanto à precisão dos eventos ou à representação dos personagens e não são responsáveis por nenhuma interpretação errônea. Esta história é fornecida “como está”, e quaisquer opiniões expressas são as dos personagens e não refletem as opiniões do autor ou da editora.
My Daughter Started Sleepwalking, I Followed Her One Night and Was Shocked by What I Saw—Story of the Day
My mother-in-law Cynthia moved in, and soon after, my daughter Lisa began acting oddly. She was no longer her cheerful self, and it worried me deeply. One night, I saw her sleepwalking through the house, clutching her teddy bear. I quietly followed her, and what I discovered that night shocked me, leading to a bigger mystery I needed to solve.
We were a happy family, living together in peace. Our days were filled with laughter, playful moments with our daughter, Lisa, and cozy family dinners.
Tony worked as a financial analyst, always dreaming of starting his own business, while I balanced my career and took care of our home.
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One evening, Tony came home with exciting news.
“Amelie, I found partners, and I can finally start my own business, just like I’ve always dreamed!” he announced, grinning from ear to ear.
“That’s amazing, Tony!” I hugged him, feeling proud. “You’ve worked so hard for this.”
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“There’s something I need to talk to you about,” he said, looking a bit hesitant.
“With our new jobs, we’ll be even busier. Mom has been complaining about her health and suggested moving in with us. She wants to help with taking care of Lisa.”
I frowned.
“Tony, you know how Cynthia feels about our marriage. She never really accepted me.”
“I know, but she insisted,” Tony replied. “And we really could use the help right now.”
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I sighed, unsure.
“Alright, but only because we need the help. And of course, she wants to move in now that things are looking up for us.”
***
A few days later, Cynthia moved in. She entered the house with a big smile, her hands held in front of her, carrying a gift for Lisa.
“Hello, Lisa! Look what Grandma brought you,” she said, handing Lisa a fluffy teddy bear.
“Thank you, Grandma!” Lisa hugged the bear tightly, her eyes sparkling with joy.
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Tony looked at me, hoping I would make an effort. “Thanks, Cynthia. I’m sure Lisa will love it,” I said, forcing a smile.
“Amelie, I know we’ve had our differences,” Cynthia began. “But I want to make this work for Tony and Lisa.”
“I hope so,” I replied cautiously.
***
Days turned into weeks, and I noticed changes in Lisa. She became cranky and sleepy during the day. She wasn’t her usual cheerful self, and it worried me.
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“Lisa, honey, why are you so tired?” I asked one afternoon as she rubbed her eyes.
“I don’t know, Mommy. I just feel sleepy,” she replied, yawning.
That night, as I checked on her, I saw her walking around. Her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be in a daze.
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“Lisa, sweetie, what are you doing?” I whispered, gently taking her by the hand.
She didn’t respond, just continued clutching the teddy bear. I carefully guided her back to bed and tucked her in, feeling a knot of worry in my stomach.
The next morning, over breakfast, I decided to bring it up with Tony.
“Tony, I saw Lisa sleepwalking last night,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “She was wandering around with that teddy bear your mom gave her.”
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Tony looked surprised. “Really? That’s strange.”
Before he could say more, Cynthia, walking nearby, chimed in.
“Oh, that’s perfectly normal. Tony used to sleepwalk as a child too. There’s nothing to worry about,” she said with a dismissive wave of her hand.
“Are you sure?” I asked, looking at her thoughtfully.
“Absolutely. It’s just a phase,” Cynthia insisted, her tone final.
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I nodded, but the worry didn’t leave me. Later that morning, as Tony was getting ready for work, he suddenly frowned and checked his wallet.
“Amelie, have you seen some money I left in my wallet? It’s missing,” he said, looking puzzled.
“No, I haven’t touched your wallet,” I replied honestly.
Tony sighed. “Maybe I misplaced it. It’s probably just somewhere around.”
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I decided to get my purse to give my husband some money. But I was surprised to find a much larger sum than I had yesterday.
“Tony, look at this. Is this the amount you were missing?” I said, showing him the money.
Tony peered into the purse and nodded. “Yes, that’s exactly how I tied and stored the amount in my wallet yesterday. That’s strange. Maybe you took it by mistake?”
I shook my head. “No, I’m sure I didn’t. It’s really odd.”
How did it get there?
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Tony shrugged, trying to brush it off. “Let’s not worry about it.”
But I couldn’t shake off the uneasy feeling. Something was definitely wrong, and I needed to figure out what was happening. That night, I couldn’t sleep, thinking about Lisa and the strange occurrences.
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***
The next few days, I kept a closer eye on Lisa. She was still cranky and tired during the day, and I noticed she clung to the teddy bear more than usual.
I decided to follow her if she sleepwalked again, to see if I could find any answers.
That night, it happened again. I saw Lisa get up from her bed, holding the teddy bear tightly in her arms. This time, her eyes were wide open, but she didn’t seem to notice me.
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She walked out of her room and down the hallway. I quietly followed her, making sure not to wake her. My heart pounded as I watched her small figure move through the dimly lit house.
This time, she went straight to Cynthia’s room. I paused outside the door, straining to hear. I heard Cynthia’s voice, low and insistent.
“Go to your parents’ room… Take the money from the safe, Lisa. Remember, it’s our little secret.”
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My blood ran cold. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I stood frozen for a moment, then hurried back to my room to wake Tony.
“Tony, wake up! You have to see this,” I whispered urgently, shaking him awake.
Tony groggily opened his eyes. “What’s going on, Amelie?”
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“It’s Lisa. She’s in your mom’s room. I heard Cynthia giving her instructions to take money from the safe,” I said, my voice trembling.
Tony sat up, looking frustrated. “Amelie, you’re overreacting. Mom wouldn’t do that.”
“Please, Tony, just come and see,” I begged.
Reluctantly, he got out of bed and followed me to Cynthia’s room. We quietly opened the door and saw both Cynthia and Lisa seemingly asleep. Tony sighed in exasperation.
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“See, they’re both asleep. You’re making a big deal out of nothing,” he said, rubbing his temples.
“No, Tony, I know what I heard,” I insisted.
Frustrated, Tony stomped over to the safe.
“I’ll prove to you that this is all a misunderstanding. The money should be right here. I was going to invest it in my project tomorrow.”
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Then Tony’s face went pale.
“What? No, this has to be a joke. The money was here this morning!” he shouted, his voice filled with anger.
“Tony, it’s not a joke. Your mother is responsible for this,” I said firmly.
The commotion woke everyone up. Cynthia came into the room, looking defensive.
“What’s all this noise about?”
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Tony turned to her, fury in his eyes. “Mom, did you ask Lisa to steal money from the safe?”
Cynthia’s eyes widened, and she started to deny it. “Of course not! How could you even think that?”
Just then, Lisa started to cry, scared and confused by the shouting. I knelt down and gently took her hand.
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“Lisa, sweetie, can you tell us what happened? It’s important.”
Lisa sniffled and nodded. She walked over to my purse and pointed.
Tony looked inside my purse and found the missing money. His face contorted with rage and disbelief.
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“Amelie, how could you? Were you trying to frame my mother?”
“No, Tony! I didn’t know the money was there! It was your mother’s doing!” I protested.
But Tony was too angry to listen.
“This is too much. I can’t deal with this right now. Amelie, I think it’s best if you stay somewhere else for a while. Mom will watch over Lisa.”
“Tony, please, you have to believe me. I’m not the one at fault here!” I pleaded, tears streaming down my face.
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Cynthia stood behind Tony, a look of satisfaction hidden in her eyes.
“It’s for the best, Amelie. We need some time to sort this out.”
My heart was breaking, but I knew I had to find a way to prove the truth and protect my family.
***
In the morning, Tony left for work while I started packing my things. My heart was heavy with sadness and frustration.
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As I gathered my belongings, I went into Lisa’s room and noticed her sitting on the bed, talking to the teddy bear.
“Lisa, sweetie, who are you talking to?” I asked gently, trying not to startle her.
She looked up at me with big, innocent eyes.
“The teddy bear, Mommy. But it doesn’t want to talk anymore.”
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I frowned, feeling a knot of worry. “What do you mean, it doesn’t want to talk anymore?”
Lisa hugged the bear tightly.
“It used to talk to me before bedtime. Grandma said it was our little secret.”
My heart sank. This was worse than I had imagined.
“Lisa, can I borrow the teddy bear for a bit? I need to wash it,” I said, trying to sound casual.
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She hesitated, then answered, “Okay, Mommy. Just be careful with him.”
I didn’t leave the house. I was waiting for the evening to put everything in its place. I had a hunch about what was happening and who was behind it all.
***
That evening, while preparing dinner, Cynthia entered the kitchen. She stood there with her arms crossed, looking smug.
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“Why haven’t you left yet, Amelie? Tony doesn’t want a thief in his house.”
I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. “I have some unfinished business, Cynthia. Everything will be resolved when Tony returns.”
Cynthia’s eyes narrowed. “What are you planning?”
“You’ll see,” I replied, turning back to the stove.
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When Tony came home, I was ready.
“Tony, I need to show you something,” I said, holding the teddy bear.
He looked weary. “What is it now, Amelie?”
“Please, just trust me,” I urged.
I brought out the teddy bear and carefully opened it, revealing a small talking device inside.
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“Tony, Lisa wasn’t sleepwalking. She was being manipulated by this device. Cynthia has been using it to give her instructions.”
“That’s ridiculous!” Cynthia shouted, her face turning red. “You’re making this up!”
“Let’s check Cynthia’s room for the other half of the device,” I suggested, keeping my voice steady.
Cynthia backed away, her eyes wide with fear. “No, you can’t go in there!”
Tony, now suspicious, insisted, “Mom, we need to see.”
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I pressed the button on the bear’s device and spoke into it. At that moment, we heard my voice echoing from Cynthia’s room.
Tony rushed in and found the other device hidden under Cynthia’s pillow.
Lisa, hearing the commotion, peeked into the room. “Grandma, are we playing a new game since our secret is out?”
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Tony looked puzzled. “Mom, how did you use the bear to control her?”
Cynthia sighed, wiping her tears. “I put a walkie-talkie inside the teddy bear and another one under my pillow. When Lisa would start sleepwalking, I would whisper instructions to her through the bear. I would tell her to come to my room, and we would play a game. She would take money from your wallet and put it in her mom’s purse, and then back again.”
“Mom, why? Why would you do this?” Tony exclaimed.
In tears, Cynthia finally broke down.
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“At first, it was just to see if it would work. Then it became a way for me to feel in control, to have a role in the family. I didn’t realize how much it would hurt everyone.”
Tony, filled with anger and disappointment, shook his head.
“Mom, this is wrong. You can’t use Lisa like that. If you want to be part of this family, you have to stop these manipulations and respect our lives.”
Realizing her mistakes, Cynthia nodded, her face wet with tears.
“I’m sorry, Tony,” Cynthia said, her voice trembling with emotion.
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“I just wanted to feel needed. I promise I’ll do better. I’ll only visit on weekends and spend time with Lisa occasionally.”
Tony looked at me. “Amelie, what do you think?” he asked softly.
I took a deep breath, trying to hold back my tears.
“Cynthia, we all make mistakes. But if you truly want to be part of this family, you need to accept us and respect our boundaries. I think it would be good for Lisa to spend time with her grandmother.”
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Cynthia nodded, wiping her tears.
“I understand. I’ll respect your family’s peace and unity.”
I smiled faintly, looking at my sleepy daughter and feeling a glimmer of hope.
“Let’s take it one step at a time and work together to create a loving environment for Lisa.”
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Cynthia reached out and took my hand.
“Thank you, Amelie. I promise I’ll make it right.”
The truth was finally out, and now we could begin the process of rebuilding our trust and unity. It wouldn’t be easy, but with love and understanding, we could overcome this challenge together.
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