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She was sobbing. “Mommy, can you please come get me? Grandma kicked me out… I’m in the backyard.” I swear, my heart stopped. We drove like maniacs back to my BIL’s house. Ellie was standing in the yard holding her little wrapped gift, cheeks streaked with tears. Daniel scooped her up immediately. I stormed inside. My MIL Carol was sitting at the table eating cake like nothing happened. “WHY IS ELLIE OUTSIDE?!” I demanded. My stomach dropped, and I felt like the floor had just given way beneath me. Then Carol looked me dead in the eye and spoke out. ⬇️
When I married Daniel, my daughter Ellie was just two, and he embraced her as his own. He adopted her on her fifth birthday, and from that day forward, she called him “Daddy.” But Daniel’s mother, Carol, never accepted Ellie. She never said it outright—but her cold silence spoke volumes. Things came to a head…
