My stepmother pushed my daughter into a 2 meter deep pool while no one in the family knew how to swim. I quickly jumped in to save her but my father grabbed my hand and whispered the whole secret of my stepmother to my biological child…
The barbecue had been going on for twenty minutes when the disaster began. My daughter, Mia, eight years old, bright and gentle, was walking near the pool’s edge holding a plastic cup of lemonade. My stepmother, Clarissa, approached her from behind. At first, I thought she was reaching out to fix Mia’s hair. But then—Without warning—Without hesitation—Without…