My 7-Year-Old Daughter and Her Dad Started Having ‘Private Talks’ in the Garage – So I Set Up a Hidden Camera and Immediately Regretted It
“I have the best wife in the world.”
Lizzie had a green sweater. The phrase matched the pink one: “I have the best mom in the world.”
She messed up a stitch, groaned, dropped the needles. Jason laughed and showed her how to fix it.
I watched them like that every “garage time” for the next two weeks.
At first, to reassure myself.
I woke up to Lizzie landing on my legs.
Then, because I couldn’t stop.
They were so gentle with each other. So excited. So normal.
Meanwhile, I was the one sneaking, lying, watching them behind a screen.
Then my birthday came.
I woke up to Lizzie landing on my legs.
“Happy birthday, Mom!” she yelled.
“Okay, kiddo. Go get it.”
Jason followed with a tray of pancakes and coffee. “Happy birthday,” he said, kissing my forehead.
We ate in bed. Lizzie gave me a card with uneven hearts and “MOM” written three times.
Then Jason said, “Okay, kiddo. Go get it.”
Lizzie gasped and sprinted out.
She came back dragging a big box wrapped in bright paper. “Open it! Open it!”
Jason set it on my lap.
“I have the best mom in the world.”
My chest was already tight, knowing what was inside and pretending I didn’t.
I tore the paper and opened the lid.
The pink sweater was on top.
Up close, it was even better. Uneven stitches. Crooked letters. One sleeve longer than the other.
“I have the best mom in the world.”
My eyes filled.
Under the pink one was the gray sweater.
“Do you like it?” Lizzie asked, bouncing. “We worked so hard. I kept messing up, but Dad said it’s okay.”
“I love it,” I said. My voice cracked. “I love it so much.”
“Keep going,” Jason said.
Under the pink one was the gray sweater.
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