My wife and I have been married for seven years. During this time, we had a daughter. But then my wife decided to go abroad to earn money. At first, she came every six months, sending us money and sweets every month. And then she suddenly stopped calling us. Last year, she called saying that she had met another man. She didn’t even ask about her daughter, just asked for forgiveness. I didn’t want to keep her. My daughter stayed to live with me.
My mother is also working abroad, so I immediately hired a nanny for my daughter. Because of my work in the police, I could not be with my daughter all the time. Life went on, I had to provide for my daughter, so I had no time to give up. A few months ago, I met a woman on social media. She had a perfect figure, she was sympathetic, and she loved children very much. I was very happy about it. Not to waste time, I offered her to move in with me. Sara immediately found a common language with my daughter, which I was very happy about. So I no longer needed a nanny, I fired her, and Sarah was with my daughter.
However, my daughter has changed a lot since Sarah came to my house. She turned from a cheerful and active girl into a brooding and intimidated one. Zlata no longer greeted me from work as joyfully as she used to. She also refused to play with me. Sara assured me not to pay much attention to this, as if it was my daughter’s age. Every day it only got worse. My daughter didn’t want to go out, she sat in the corner all day and picked through her toys.
I came home late, but I was calm, because I knew my daughter was in good hands.
I wanted to check if everything was really okay between Sarah and my daughter. So one day I came home faster than usual. I didn’t find Sarah in the house, but my daughter was mopping the floor. When I asked her what she was doing, she told me that Aunt Sarah had gone out for coffee with a friend and had given her a list of tasks that she had to complete before she came back. If her daughter didn’t have time to do everything, the woman would send her to an orphanage.
When Sarah returned, I was the first to start a conversation, asking why my child was doing all the housework for Sarah. The woman said that she was teaching her daughter to be a real housewife.
I called my daughter to talk to me. She started crying. She said that she had a lot of responsibilities during the day: sweeping the house, dusting, peeling potatoes, taking out the trash. Then my daughter handed me a piece of paper with a whole list of things to do.
I realized that Sarah was not really who she said she was. She did not cook much, explaining that she did not like it. She also did not keep the house clean. It turns out that this woman did not care about anything. So I asked her to pack her things.
I got the nanny back. After this incident, I realized one thing – no woman deserves to make my daughter cry. She is the best thing I have.