Now, our daughter was three years old. We were the envy of everyone in the wealthy circle as a loving family.
But it was not until I read this diary that I realized one thing.
My happy life was like a fragile piece of paper, which would be easily torn apart.
I sat on the balcony all night.
Until dawn, I went to wake Lydia as usual.
I was combing her hair.
Her round little face was filled with worries.
She said, "Will Auntie come today?"
I patiently explained, saying, "Paisley fell into the water yesterday. She needs to rest well today. She can't take you to the aquarium. Would you like Mom to take you there instead?"
In the mirror, she said with great disappointment, "No!"
I finished combing her hair. I was about to put a little dress on her.
Lydia murmured, "Mom, let's not go to a beach for birthday celebrations in the future."
I hadn't even reacted yet. Then she said unhappily, "It's because you wanted to go to the seaside that my plan with Auntie got ruined, Mommy."
My hand paused in midair.
Paisley was my step-Daisy brought by my stepmother.
I used to be indifferent to her.
She had once been with my ex-boyfriend, Zachary.
We even avoided each other daily.
Then Lydia was born.