I never expected a garage sale would unravel the lie I’d been living for five years. It began when I found the pink blanket I’d knitted for my daughter, Daisy, at my mother-in-law’s garage sale. The daughter I was told had died the day she was born.
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That blanket was supposed to be in her grave. So why was it here, tossed carelessly on a table alongside kitchen gadgets and old books? My heart was pounding as I turned to confront Margaret, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the truth I’d unravel that day.
Before I reveal what happened that day, let me share a bit about my life.
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Five years ago, life looked very different.
My husband Aaron and I had been married for a few years, and while things were good, there was always one shadow in our relationship. His mother, Margaret.
She had a way of making herself the third person in our marriage, always steering decisions in ways that benefited her.
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Aaron wasn’t a bad husband. He tried to keep the peace, but he let Margaret call the shots for too long.
By the time I got pregnant, he seemed more independent, more his own man. Or so I thought.
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After years of trying, we finally got the news we’d been praying for.
I was pregnant with a little girl, and we decided to name her Daisy. I spent months pouring my love into her nursery, hand-painting flowers on the walls, and knitting her a blanket.
It was a soft pink one with tiny white daisies embroidered into it. It became a symbol of my love and anticipation for her.
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The day she was born was the most bittersweet day of my life. After hours of labor, I held my little Daisy in my arms.
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She was perfect. She had rosy cheeks and a button nose, and her head was covered in soft, dark hair. I wrapped her in that blanket as tears streamed down my cheeks.
But joy turned to devastation when a nurse gently took her from me, saying I should rest. They gave me something to help me sleep, and when I woke, the room felt unbearably heavy.
Aaron was beside me, his eyes red and swollen. Meanwhile, Margaret and Dr. Benson stood on the other side. Their expressions told
