Gloria was supposed to handle the mundane tasks—laundry, cooking, and taking Lily for walks. All the real decisions, the ones that shaped Lily’s future, were mine to make.

I made it clear to Thomas, and he nodded, though I caught that slight hesitation in his eyes. I knew he wasn’t completely on board. But he didn’t argue.

The first evening after Gloria moved in, I noticed it. It was a small thing, really—just a simple bedtime routine.

Lily had been getting ready for bed when Gloria walked into the bathroom.

“Now, sweetheart, remember to brush your teeth only in little circles,” Gloria instructed, her voice soft but firm.

I froze in the hallway. Circular motions? That’s not how I taught Lily. I’d always told her to brush up and down, nice and straight. My chest tightened as I listened.

It shouldn’t have mattered, but it did. Gloria wasn’t just helping; she was teaching. She had her methods and her ideas, and she wasn’t keeping them to herself.

Later, when Lily was asleep, I found Thomas in the living room.

“She’s already starting to change things.”

Thomas looked up from his book, confusion knitting his brows.

“What do you mean?”

“The teeth brushing,” I replied. “She told Lily to brush in circles. That’s not how I do it.”

He sighed, setting his book aside. “Olivia, it’s just brushing your teeth.”

“But it’s more than that,” I insisted. “It’s… it’s like she’s taking over.”

He didn’t say anything, but the look in his eyes said enough. He thought I was overreacting, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that this was just the beginning.

***

Determined to prove that I was the best mom for Lily, I decided to pull out all the stops. I wanted to show her that no one could make her as happy as I could.

I bought her an extravagant doll, the kind that looked almost real, with long flowing hair and a wardrobe full of tiny, detailed clothes. But I didn’t stop there.

I transformed our living room into a castle fit for a princess. Pillows became towers, and I draped blankets to create walls. It was our private kingdom, where Lily and I could escape together.

“Lily, look what I made for us!” I called, beaming with pride as I showed her the castle.

Her eyes widened with excitement. “Wow, Mommy! It’s like a real castle! Can I be the princess?”

“Of course, sweetheart,” I said, pulling her into a hug. “You’re always the princess.”

For the first few hours, it was perfect. Lily was thrilled. We played together, laughing and pretending that her doll was the ruler of our little kingdom. I felt like I was finally winning like I was the center of her world again.

But as the day went on, I noticed her excitement starting to fade. She began to glance around the room, her eyes wandering toward the window.

“Do you want to play something else?” I asked, trying to keep her engaged.

Lily shrugged, not really answering. “Maybe later, Mommy. We are going hiking with granny. She promised.”

Gloria gave her those rubber boots and a raincoat. I watched as Lily put on the boots and ran out.

“Let’s go explore the forest and see what we can find,” Gloria suggested, coming out to the rainy garden.

Lily’s eyes lit up instantly. “Can we really, Grandma? Even if it’s raining?”

“Especially if it’s raining,” Gloria replied, helping Lily slip on the boots. “That’s when the forest is most magical.”

I stood there, feeling my heart sink.

“But what about the castle? Don’t you want to play with your doll?” I asked, trying to steer her attention back to me.

“We can play later, Mommy! I want to see the forest with Grandma!”

I watched them leave, my mind swirling with frustration and jealousy.

***

When Lily came home hours later, she was soaking wet, mud splattered all over her clothes, but she was grinning from ear to ear.

“Mommy, you should have seen the puddles! They were so big! And we found a secret path in the forest!” Lily exclaimed, her voice bubbling with excitement.

“That sounds… wonderful, honey. But you’re all wet. Let’s get you cleaned up.”

She barely heard me, too wrapped up in telling me about her adventure with Gloria. Each word felt like a little jab, reminding me that I was losing her attention.

I needed to do something, and fast.

***

The next day, I tried harder.

“Lily, let’s have a special day, just the two of us,” I suggested, laying out her favorite sweets and turning on her beloved cartoons.

“Yay! Candy!” Lily’s eyes sparkled as she grabbed a handful and sat down on the couch.

I sat beside her, determined to keep her with me this time.

But even as she ate and watched her cartoons, I could see that her mind was elsewhere. She kept glancing at the door as if waiting for something—or someone.

That evening, as I tucked her into bed, I made another attempt.

“Tomorrow, we can build a new castle, or maybe go to the amusement park. Would you like that?”

Before Lily could answer, Gloria appeared in the doorway.

“Guess what, Lily? Tomorrow, we’re going to buy a tent and create a real spy base together! Doesn’t that sound fun?”

Lily’s face lit up immediately. “A spy base? Really, Grandma? That sounds so cool!”

“Yes, my little detective. We’ll get everything we need and set it up in the yard,” Gloria promised, smiling at her.

I watched as Lily’s excitement grew, and once again, my heart sank. It was as if my efforts didn’t matter. No matter what I did, Gloria always seemed to capture Lily’s imagination in a way I couldn’t.

And the worst part was, no one seemed to notice how hard I was trying—not even Lily.

She was too wrapped up in the excitement of the next big adventure, leaving me behind in a castle that had lost its magic.

***

When the next evening arrived, I watched from the kitchen window as Gloria and Lily sat by the campfire in the yard. The tent they had set up earlier in the day was pitched nearby, its blue fabric glowing softly in the twilight.

Lily was giggling, her face illuminated by the warm glow of the fire, and Gloria was telling her a story.

My heart tightened with jealousy. It felt as if my daughter was slipping away from me, further into Gloria’s world—a world where I didn’t seem to belong anymore.

I couldn’t stand it any longer. I walked out into the yard.

“Lily, it’s time to come inside now.”

Lily looked up at me, her smile fading. “But Mommy, I want to stay with Grandma. We’re having so much fun!”

I forced a smile, but inside, my frustration was bubbling up. “It’s getting late, sweetheart. You need to come in and get ready for bed.”

She shook her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

“No, I want to stay here! Please, Mommy, just a little longer.”

I felt a pang in my chest.

Why couldn’t she just listen to me? Why did she always want to stay with Gloria?

“Lily, you need to listen to me and come inside now,” I said, my voice sharper than I intended.

Lily started crying, her small body shaking with sobs.

“I don’t want to go, Mommy! I don’t want to!”

Gloria, who had been quietly watching, stood up and walked over to us.

“Olivia, don’t you think you’re being a little too harsh? She’s just a child. Let her enjoy herself.”

Her words were like gasoline on a fire.

“Harsh? I’m her mother! I know what’s best for her,” I snapped back, my voice rising.

“You may be her mother, but that doesn’t mean you’re always right,” Gloria retorted, her tone calm but firm.

The argument escalated quickly. I felt my anger spiraling out of control, each word pushing me further away from reason. All I could think about was how I was losing Lily to her grandmother.

I was so caught up in my emotions that I didn’t notice when Thomas walked into the yard.

“What’s going on out here?” he asked, his voice laced with concern.

I turned to him.

“Thomas, tell her! Tell Gloria she can’t keep undermining me like this!”

Before Thomas could respond, he glanced around and asked, “Wait, where’s Lily?”

Suddenly, the world around me seemed to freeze. I realized I didn’t know. My eyes darted around the yard, searching for her small figure.

She was nowhere to be seen.

“Lily?” I called out, panic rising in my throat.

Gloria’s face paled, and she quickly joined in the search.

“Lily, where are you?”

We searched the yard, the house, and every corner where Lily liked to play. But she was nowhere to be found. My heart pounded in my chest, fear clawing at my insides.

As the minutes ticked by, our fear turned into desperation. Gloria and I continued to argue, our voices rising in panic.

Finally, Thomas shouted:

“Enough! This isn’t about you two! This is about Lily! Stop thinking about yourselves for one second and focus on finding her!”

His words hit me like a slap. I realized how selfish we had been, too wrapped up in our egos to see what was happening right in front of us.

Gloria suddenly spoke up, her voice shaky.

“I remember… There’s a cabin in the nearby forest. Lily and I went there once. She loves playing there.”

“Yes, we played there too. She mentioned wanting to bring the whole family there.”

Without another word, we grabbed flashlights and headed toward the forest, our fear pushing us forward. We had to find her. Nothing else mattered anymore.

***

The forest was dark, with shadows stretching between the trees as we hurried toward the cabin. Fear and guilt twisting inside me.

What if something had happened to Lily?

When we finally reached the forest house, I held my breath as Thomas slowly opened the creaky door. In the dim light, we saw her—our little girl curled up on an old blanket, sound asleep.

“Lily,” Thomas whispered, his voice trembling with relief. He gently tried to lift her into his arms.

Lily stirred, her eyes fluttering open. When she saw us, she smiled sleepily.

“I’m glad you’re all here,” she murmured, her voice soft but full of warmth. “The whole family is together.”

Her simple words hit me like a wave, washing away all the anger and jealousy I had been holding onto. At that moment, I realized how wrong I had been.

Our quarrels, our petty fights—they had meant nothing compared to what truly mattered. We were hurting each other, and worst of all, we were hurting Lily.

Without saying a word, we all understood what needed to change.

When we got home, we tucked Lily into her bed, watching as she drifted back to sleep, her small hand clutching her favorite toy.

As I smoothed her hair, I made a silent promise to her. No more fighting. No more trying to win her love by competing with each other.

Later, we sat down together for dinner—Thomas, Gloria, and I—united by the understanding that Lily needed all of us. Finally, we were a family.

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