I’d believed family disagreements could be fixed with love. But when my daughter questioned everything I knew about raising children, I lost the little girl who meant the world to me. Months later, I discovered that our separation had become something far more complicated than a disagreement.
My daughter hadn’t let me see my granddaughter for six months. Then she appeared at my door with a suitcase full of things I’d sent to the little girl.
“Mom, I can’t keep hiding this from you.”
I stared at the birthday card in her hand. I’d mailed it for Ember three months earlier.
“Why did you bring that here?”
Freya’s eyes filled.
“Mom, I can’t keep hiding this from you.”
“There’s something else you need to know.”
“Where’s Ember?”
“She’s home with Cole. She’s fine.”
“Then tell me what’s going on.”
Freya stepped inside.
“Edith’s been helping us.”
“Then tell me what’s going on.”
“With what?”
“Money. But I’m scared of what she’ll do if I let you see Ember again.”
I looked at the suitcase.
“What does Cole’s mother have to do with any of this?”
Freya lowered her eyes.
“More than you know, Mom.”
“With what?”
***
I’m Judy, and I never imagined I’d have to beg my own daughter to let me see my granddaughter.
Freya was 29, married to Cole, and raising their four-year-old daughter, Ember. Before everything changed, I watched Ember twice a week while Freya worked.
We baked cookies, read stories, and invented silly games. Ember loved our clapping game. She’d make up a rhythm, and I’d try to follow.
Usually, she’d laugh because I couldn’t keep up.
I never imagined I’d have to beg my own daughter.
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