Chapter 3: The Secret Nia Kept From Me
That night, I couldn’t sleep.
Brenda’s final words kept replaying in my mind.
Ask Nia what happened before the cameras started recording.
I hated that a small part of me wondered if there was something I didn’t know.
Not because I doubted my daughter.
Because I knew children often hide pain when they think they’re protecting the people they love.
At midnight, I found Nia sitting by her bedroom window.
She was holding the stuffed animal she had owned since she was five.
I knocked softly.
“Can I come in?””
She nodded.
I sat beside her.
For a while, neither of us spoke.
Then I asked.
“Nia, Brenda said something today.””
Her face changed.
“What did she say?””
“She said I should ask what happened before Ava started recording.””
Nia looked away.
Immediately, I knew.
There was something.
“Nia.””
She squeezed the stuffed animal tighter.
“I didn’t want you to know.””
My heart sank.
“Why?””
“Because you were already stressed.””
I shook my head.
“Sweetheart, nothing you tell me is a burden.””
She wiped her cheek.
“Two months ago, I asked Brenda why her kids got fresh food and I didn’t.””
I listened.
“She told me I wasn’t her real daughter.””
My hands tightened.
“What else?””
Nia looked down.
“She said if I wanted special treatment, I should ask my real mom.””
The room went quiet.
My daughter’s mother had passed away years ago.
Nia rarely talked about it.
Brenda knew that.
She knew exactly where to hurt her.
“She said that?””
Nia nodded.
“She said you only felt sorry for me because you felt guilty.””
I closed my eyes.
The anger came back.
But this time, I saw something else.
Pain.
Because Nia had been carrying words that no child should carry.
I reached for her hand.
“Why didn’t you tell me?””
She whispered.
“Because I thought maybe she was right.””
Those words broke me.
I pulled her into my arms.
“No.””
My voice shook.
“No, Nia. Listen to me.””
She looked up.
“You are not someone people tolerate. You are my daughter. You are loved. You have always been loved.””
She cried against my shoulder.
The next morning, I made one decision.
I was going to get answers.
Not from anger.
From the truth.
I called Brenda into the living room.
Ava sat beside Nia.
Both girls were quiet.
Brenda entered with a confident expression.
“You wanted to talk?””
“Yes.””
I placed the phone on the table.
“What happened two months ago?””
She looked confused.
“What are you talking about?””
“Nia told me.””
For the first time, Brenda looked uncomfortable.
“She misunderstood.””
Nia immediately spoke.
“No, I didn’t.””
Everyone turned.
It was the first time she had challenged Brenda.
Brenda stared at her.
“You need to be careful with accusations.””
I stood.
“Don’t.””
The room became silent.
“You don’t get to intimidate her anymore.””
Brenda laughed softly.
“You’re acting like I abused her.””
I looked at her.
“You isolated her. You humiliated her. You made her feel unwanted inside her own home.””
Brenda shook her head.
“You’re exaggerating.””
Then Ava suddenly spoke.
“No, she isn’t.””
Everyone looked at her.
Ava’s voice trembled.
“I recorded it because Nia cried every night after dinner.””
Nia looked at her sister.
“Ava…”
Ava wiped her tears.
“I was scared too.””
That moment changed everything.
Because Brenda finally saw it.
Not one hurt child.
Two.
Two girls who had been afraid to speak.
Brenda looked away.
Then she said something that shocked me.
“I never wanted them to become your priority over my children.””
I stared at her.
“What?””
She crossed her arms.
“I knew once you saw them differently, everything would change.””
I felt a chill.
Because she wasn’t talking about dinner.
She was talking about competition.
About choosing.
About making my daughters feel smaller so her children could feel bigger.
I slowly picked up the phone.
Then I asked the question that made her face lose color.
“Brenda… what exactly have you been telling your children about Nia?””
Her silence lasted three seconds.
But those three seconds told me everything.
And then her son walked into the room holding a box from the closet.
“Mom?””
Everyone turned.
He looked nervous.
“I found this.””
He handed Brenda the box.
She opened it.
Inside was a stack of old letters.
Letters with Nia’s name written on them.
Brenda’s face changed completely.
Because she knew exactly what those letters were.
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And I knew whatever was inside that box…
was the reason she had been trying so hard to make my daughter disappear.
