When my five-year-old daughter refused to cut her hair, I didn’t think much of it until she said she wanted to keep her hair long for her “real daddy.” Those words made my heart skip a beat. Who was she talking about? Was there someone else in my wife’s life that I had no idea about?
Hi, I’m Edward, and this story is about my daughter, Lily.
Lily is the light of our lives. At just five years old, she’s a bundle of energy and curiosity, always asking a million questions and coming up with the funniest observations.
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She’s sharp, sweet, and has got this laugh that can brighten even the darkest days. My wife, Sara, and I couldn’t be prouder of her.
But last week, something happened that turned our happy little world upside down.
It all started a few months ago when Lily began refusing to let us trim her hair.
Her locks, which she usually loved having brushed and styled, became untouchable.
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She’d sit cross-legged on the bathroom floor, clutching her hair like it was her most prized possession.
“No, Daddy,” she’d announce. “I want my hair to stay long.”
At first, Sara and I thought it was just a phase. Kids are quirky like that, right?
Sara’s mom, Carol, had always commented about Sara’s pixie cut being “too short for a proper lady,” so we figured maybe Lily wanted to assert her own style.
“Sure,” I told her. “You don’t have to cut your hair.”
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Then came the gum incident.
It was one of those classic parenting moments you hear about, and hope it never happens to you.
Lily had fallen asleep on the couch during a movie night, gum still in her mouth. By the time Sara and I found her, it was too late.
The gum was hopelessly tangled in her hair.
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We tried everything, including peanut butter, ice, and even that strange online trick with vinegar.
But nothing worked.
That’s when we knew cutting her hair was the only option.
Sara knelt beside Lily with the comb in her hand.
“Sweetheart, we’re going to have to cut a little bit of your hair,” she told Lily. “Just the part with the gum.”
What happened next caught both of us completely off guard.
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Lily’s face twisted in panic, and she bolted upright, clutching her hair like it was a lifeline.
“No!” she cried. “You can’t cut it! I want my real daddy to recognize me when he comes back!”
Sara looked at her with wide eyes while I felt my heart drop into my stomach.
“What did you say, Lily?” I asked carefully, crouching down to her level.
She looked at me with wide, tearful eyes as if she’d just let a big secret slip.
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“I… I want my real daddy to know it’s me,” she said quietly.
Sara and I exchanged a stunned glance.
Then, I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself.
“Lily, sweetheart, I am your daddy,” I said, my voice as gentle as I could make it. “What makes you think I’m not?”
Her little lip quivered, and she whispered, “Grandma said so.”
What? Why would Carol say that to her? Who was the man Lily was talking about?
“What exactly did Grandma say, honey?” Sara asked gently.
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“She said I have to keep my hair long so my real daddy will know it’s me when he comes back,” Lily explained, clutching her locks even tighter. “She said he’ll be mad if he doesn’t recognize me.”
I couldn’t believe this.
“Sweetheart,” I interrupted. “What do you mean by ‘real daddy’?”
Lily sniffled, looking down at her tiny hands. “Grandma told me you’re not my real daddy. She said my real daddy went away, but he’ll come back someday. And if I look different, he won’t know who I am.”
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“Lily, listen to me,” Sara said, taking Lily’s hands gently. “You didn’t do anything wrong. You’re not in trouble. But I need you to tell me exactly what Grandma said. Can you do that for me?”
Lily hesitated, then nodded. “She said it’s a secret. That I shouldn’t tell you or Daddy, or he’d get mad. But I didn’t want him to be mad at me.I don’t want anyone to be mad at me.”
My chest tightened, and I swallowed the lump in my throat.
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“Lily,” I said softly, “you are so loved. By me, by Mommy, and by everyone who knows you. No one is mad at you, okay? Grandma shouldn’t have told you something like that.”
Sara’s eyes filled with tears as she hugged Lily tightly. “You’re our daughter, Lily. Your daddy — your real daddy — is right here. He always has been.”
Lily nodded slowly, wiping her eyes on her sleeve. But the damage had been done. How could Carol, someone we trusted, say something so confusing to our child?
That night, after Lily fell asleep, Sara and I sat in the living room.
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“What the hell was she thinking?” Sara muttered, her voice shaking with anger.
“I don’t know,” I said, trying to keep my own frustration in check. “But she crossed a line. We need to talk to her, Sara. Tomorrow.”
The next morning, Sara called her mom and told her to come over. Carol arrived with her usual air of confidence, but Sara wasn’t in the mood for small talk.
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As soon as Carol stepped inside, Sara’s anger boiled over.
“What the heck is wrong with you, Mom?” she snapped. “Why would you tell Lily that Edward isn’t her real dad? Do you have any idea what you’ve done?”
Carol blinked, clearly taken aback by the hostility.
“Now, hold on,” she said, raising a hand. “You’re making this sound worse than it is. It was just a little story. Nothing to get so worked up about.”
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“A story?” I interjected. “She’s been terrified of cutting her hair for months because of this ‘story.’”
Carol rolled her eyes as if we were being dramatic.
“Oh, come on. I just wanted her to keep her hair long,” she confessed. “She’s a little girl, for heaven’s sake! She shouldn’t have one of those awful short cuts like yours, Sara.”
Sara’s mouth fell open.
“So, you lied to her? You made her think her dad wasn’t her dad just to keep her hair long? Are you hearing yourself right now, Mom?”
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“She won’t even remember it when she’s older. But she would remember looking ridiculous in photos with a boyish haircut.”
“This isn’t about hair, Carol,” I snapped. “You undermined our family. You made Lily think I wasn’t her real father. This isn’t normal, okay?”
Carol pursed her lips, then delivered a line that shattered what little composure we had left. “Well, with Sara’s wild past, who’s to say you are her real dad?”
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What the heck? I thought. What else is she going to say to justify her mistake?
That’s when Sara lost her cool.
“Get out,” she said, pointing to the door. “Get out of my house. You’re not welcome here anymore.”
Carol tried to backtrack, stammering about how she “didn’t mean it that way,” but I wasn’t having it.
I stepped forward, opened the door, and gestured firmly. “Now, Carol. Leave.”
She glared at us, muttering something under her breath as she walked out, but I didn’t care.
After slamming the door behind Carol, Sara and I looked at each other.
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Then, she sank into the couch with her face buried in her hands.
I sat beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
“We’ll get through this,” I said quietly, though the anger in my chest was still burning hot.
Sara nodded, but I could see the heartbreak on her face. “I can’t believe my own mother would do something like this.”
We spent the rest of the evening sitting with Lily, explaining everything as gently as we could.
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I held her tiny hands in mine and looked her straight in the eyes. “Lily, I am your daddy. I always have been, and I always will be. Nothing Grandma said is true, okay?”
Lily nodded. “So, you’re my real daddy?”
“Yes, sweetheart,” I smiled. “Always.”
“Grandma was wrong to tell you that,” Sara chimed in. “She shouldn’t have said it, and it’s not your fault. We love you so much, Lily. Don’t ever forget that.”
Lily seemed to relax a little, though she still looked hesitant when Sara brought out the scissors to cut the gum out of her hair.
Yes, the gum was still there.
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“Do I have to?” Lily asked, clutching the tangled strand.
“It’s just a tiny bit, honey,” Sara explained. “And it’ll grow back so fast, you won’t even notice. Plus, you’ll feel so much better without the gum sticking to everything.”
After a moment, Lily nodded. “Okay, but only a little.”
As Sara snipped away the gum-covered strands, I saw a small smile creep onto Lily’s face.
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“Daddy?” she asked.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“When it grows back, can I make it pink?”
Sara and I laughed.
“If that’s what you want,” I said, ruffling her hair.
Over the next few days, things slowly returned to normal. Lily seemed happier and more relaxed and even asked Sara to braid her hair again. It was something she hadn’t done in months.
As for Carol, we’ve gone no-contact.
Sara and I agreed that she has no place in Lily’s life until she can take responsibility for what she did.
To be honest, it wasn’t an easy decision, but our priority is protecting Lily. We’ll do whatever it takes to keep our little girl happy.
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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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