My 7-Year-Old Drew a Picture of My Husband with Another Woman and Wrote, ‘I Can’t Wait for You to Be My Mom’

When Amber, a hardworking mom and corporate attorney, discovers a drawing by her 7-year-old daughter, Mia, her world is shaken. The picture shows Mia’s teacher in Amber’s place with a heartbreaking caption. Suspecting betrayal, Amber confronts her husband, Jack, only to uncover something deeper… Mia’s feelings of abandonment amidst Amber’s busy life.

I didn’t think I’d be here… but this has been life lately.

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A woman looking out the window | Source: Midjourney

I’m Livia, I’m thirty-four, married to my husband Jack for ten years, and I’m a mom to my bundle of joy, Mia, a seven-year-old little girl. Recently, I’ve been busier than I’ve ever been in my entire life, which is truly saying something because I’m a corporate attorney.

My mom’s health has been declining over the past year, and we’ve been throwing ourselves into her hospital stays, therapy sessions, and medication that costs way more than I care to admit.

To cover everything, I’ve been working insane hours because I’d do anything for my mother.

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A woman sitting in a hospital bed | Source: Midjourney

Anything.

Jack has been the best partner and rock I could have ever asked for. He has stepped up at home in ways I never imagined or expected. Jack has taken on the cooking, cleaning, helping Mia with her schoolwork, and managing all the little things I used to handle.

He made it possible for me to keep everything afloat, even when it felt like I was drowning.

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A father and daughter duo sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

But last night, everything changed before I could even catch my breath.

I came home late, exhausted, starving, and ready to collapse. After hurriedly eating a bowl of salmon and rice while Mia took her bath, I put my little girl to bed. As she dozed off, Mia mumbled something about puppets.

“I didn’t know that you could put your hand in a socket and it would be a puppet,” she said.

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A green sock puppet | Source: Midjourney

“A sock, my darling,” I said. “Not a socket! Don’t you ever put your hand in a socket, Mia.”

She giggled.

“Okay, Momma,” she said, yawning.

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A yawning little girl | Source: Midjourney

I started tidying up her dolls, which were scattered all over the carpet in her room, and then made my way to the coffee table in the living room. Crayons, white paper, and coloring books were scattered all over.

That’s when I found it. A drawing.

At first glance, it seemed innocent enough. A kid’s sketch of a happy family. A man, a woman, and a little girl holding hands. But when I looked closer, my stomach twisted.

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A woman gathering crayons | Source: Midjourney

The man was unmistakably Jack. The little girl was clearly Mia. But the woman? Definitely not me.

She had long brown hair and wore a flowing bridal gown. Beneath the drawing, in Mia’s little handwriting, were the words that broke my heart:

I can’t wait for you to be my mom!

It felt like the ground beneath me had given way.

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A child’s drawing | Source: Midjourney

I took the picture to Mia’s bed and sat on the edge, trying to wake her up enough to get answers.

“Darling girl, can you tell me about this drawing?” I asked her calmly.

“What drawing, Momma?” she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

When Mia took a look at the drawing, her face turned red, and she snatched the paper out of my hand, clutching it to her chest.

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An upset little girl | Source: Midjourney

“You weren’t supposed to find that! Daddy said to hide it better!” she blurted out.

Hide it better? Jack? Hide what better?

My heart started pounding. What was going on? Was Jack cheating? And what was worse… was Mia already imagining this other woman as her mom?

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An upset woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

I barely slept that night. My mind was running miles per hour. I thought about my mother, I thought about the work I still needed to do before heading to the office the next day, and I thought about my marriage…

By the morning, I had gone through a storm of worst-case scenarios. I sat in the kitchen, waiting for Jack to get ready for work. Mia had already left for school.

“What is this?” I demanded, thrusting the drawing into his hands.

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An upset woman standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

His eyes widened, and his face turned pale.

“You told her to hide it?” I asked. “You actually told Mia to hide it?”

“Wait, wait,” he stammered, holding up his hands defensively. “It’s not what you think, Amber. Let me explain it all to you.”

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A worried man standing in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

“You have exactly five seconds, Jack. I’ve been going crazy the entire night.”

My husband ran a hand through his hair, clearly distressed.

“Come with me,” he said.

“What? Where are we going? What about work?” I asked.

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A man standing in a kitchen with his head bowed down | Source: Midjourney

“We’re going to Mia’s school. I need to show you something,” he said.

I wanted to scream at him, but something in his voice, an urgency that didn’t feel like guilt, made me agree.

The drive to the school was tense and silent, my mind still racing. What would Jack show me at Mia’s school that would change anything? Was there an imaginary friend or imaginary step-in mother waiting for us?

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An upset woman sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney

When we arrived at the school, Jack squeezed my knee. As we walked to the reception area, he squeezed my hand and asked to see Mia’s teacher, Clara.

As soon as Clara walked in, I felt like I’d been punched in the gut. She was stunning, and for the life of me, I couldn’t remember why I hadn’t met her before. She had long brown hair, a bright smile, and an effortlessly bubbly demeanor.

She had to be the woman from Mia’s drawing, it was unmistakable.

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

She smiled at Jack, and I wanted to scream.

“Clara,” Jack said. “Can you explain to my wife what’s been happening with Mia?”

Clara’s expression shifted to confusion but then softened as she glanced at me.

“Oh, of course,” she said.

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A stressed woman | Source: Midjourney

She gestured for us to sit in the little room adjacent to the reception.

“Look, Mia’s been having a tough time lately,” she began. “She’s mentioned feeling like her mom doesn’t have time for her anymore. I’ve tried to reassure her, but she’s… well, look, she’s seven. And she’s been drawing a lot of pictures to process her feelings.”

Clara handed me a stack of drawings, and my heart sank as I flipped through them.

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A stack of children’s drawings and coloring books | Source: Midjourney

Most were variations of the same theme. A happy family with Clara in my place. On the back of one of the drawings, there were more words I hadn’t noticed the first time:

Daddy and Clara.

“So, you’ve been spending time with my daughter?” I asked, unable to hide the edge in my voice.

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An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

“Yes, of course,” she said. “But only in class, and I’m her teacher, after all. She stays after class sometimes to help me tidy up. She told me she feels like she’s losing her mom because you’re always busy. I’m so sorry if I overstepped. I’d never want to interfere…”

I turned to Jack, my chest tight.

“And you? What did you say to her about this?”

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A stressed man | Source: Midjourney

Jack looked miserable.

“I found that picture last week,” he admitted. “I told Mia it wasn’t true, that you love her more than anything. But I didn’t know how to handle it. I didn’t want to make it worse by bringing it up when you were already so stressed out. I told her to put the drawing away because I knew it would hurt you.”

“You should have told me, Jack,” I said softly.

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A woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney

I honestly didn’t know what to think.

Jack nodded, guilt in his eyes.

“I know, love,” he said. “I thought I was protecting you, but I see now that I just made it worse.”

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An upset man | Source: Midjourney

My anger began to deflate, replaced by a wave of guilt so heavy it nearly knocked me off my seat. This wasn’t about Jack cheating or Clara overstepping. It was about my daughter, her sadness, her confusion, and her way of coping with my absence.

That night, I sat down with Mia at the kitchen table. I had dished us bowls of ice cream with all the toppings, hoping for a bonding moment between us.

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Bowls of ice cream | Source: Midjourney

“Sweetheart,” I said softly. “I need to tell you something. I know I haven’t been around as much lately, and I’m so, so sorry. Grandma needs a lot of help right now, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want to be with you. You’re my everything, sweet girl.”

Mia’s eyes filled with tears, and she threw her arms around me.

“I thought maybe you didn’t like me anymore,” she whispered.

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A little girl sitting at a table | Source: Midjourney

My heart shattered.

“I love you more than anything,” I said, holding her tightly. “Nothing will ever change that.”

In the weeks that followed, I made several lifestyle changes.

I cut back on work hours and asked my siblings to take on more of our mom’s care. Jack and I started a “Mom and Mia” night every week, just the two of us, doing whatever she wanted.

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A little girl decorating cookies | Source: Midjourney

Sometimes it was baking cookies, other times it was a movie night, or building a fort, or sometimes it was just us dressing up and going on a date together.

I also had a heartfelt talk with Clara to thank her for being a wonderful teacher and being there for Mia when I couldn’t be.

She apologized again for any boundaries she might have crossed, but I reassured her that Mia’s drawings weren’t her fault.

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A blanket fort in a living room | Source: Midjourney

“I just feel bad, Amber,” she said as she cleaned up paintbrushes.

“I know, but you really shouldn’t, Clara,” I said. “You became a safe space for Mia, and you reminded her of how loved and cared for she is. That’s something I’ll always appreciate.”

Life isn’t perfect, but it’s a lot better. I’m learning to ask for help and to show Mia that she comes first. And now, every time she picks up her crayons, I make sure I’m sitting right next to her.

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A smiling mother and daughter duo | Source: Midjourney

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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Woman Arrives at the Farm She Inherited from Her Grandfather to Sell It, but a Farmhand Stands in Her Way — Story of the Day

Rebecca arrives at the farm she inherited, ready to sell it and move on. But a stubborn farmhand refuses to let her make an easy sale. He challenges her at every turn, forcing her to confront not just him but the memories and responsibilities she thought she left behind. Their clash will decide the farm’s fate.

Early in the morning, Rebecca got into her car, the sun barely peeking over the horizon. This wasn’t part of her usual routine, but something unexpected had come up, and she had to deal with it.

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Leaving her small business in the hands of her assistant, she set off on a long drive, heading out of the busy city.

Rebecca was on her way to her late grandfather’s farm, which he had left to her in his will. She hadn’t been there in years. As a child, she spent summers there, running around and playing, but once she grew older her visits stopped.

Rebecca always assumed her grandfather would pass the farm on to one of his workers, someone who truly needed it. Now, she had no intention of running it herself. Her plan was simple—check things out, find a buyer, and sell it as quickly as possible.

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Rebecca parked near the farmhouse and stepped out, glancing around. As she turned, she noticed a man on the porch. He stood up quickly, smiling.

“Hey there,” he said. “You must be my new boss. I’m Derek.” He stepped forward, offering his hand.

Rebecca shook it, frowning slightly. Something about him seemed familiar. “Hi, Derek. But you’ve got it wrong. I’m not your boss.”

Derek tilted his head. “Well then, may I at least know the name of my non-boss?”

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“Oh,” Rebecca said, realizing she hadn’t introduced herself. “I’m Rebecca.”

“Wait a minute. Are you the same Rebecca who let all the chickens out so the dog could have fun?” He chuckled.

Rebecca’s eyes widened as the memory came back. Derek was the son of one of her grandfather’s workers, and they used to play together when she was little. “And you’re the same Derek who taught me to chase them with a slingshot?”

“Guilty as charged,” he said, raising his hands in mock surrender. They both laughed, easing the tension.

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Derek’s expression grew serious. “So, what do you mean you’re not my boss? The farm was left to you, right?”

Rebecca’s smile faded. “Yes, but I don’t plan to keep it. I’m here to sell it.”

“What? Sell it? To who?”

“I don’t know yet,” she said, shrugging. “Whoever wants to buy it.”

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“Even if they tear it down?” he asked.

“Well… yes.”

Derek stepped closer, his voice rising. “How could you do that? Your grandfather spent his life on this farm! It was everything to him.”

Rebecca felt a pang of guilt but tried to stand her ground. “He’s gone, Derek. And I have my own life. Being a farmer wasn’t part of my plan.”

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Derek’s eyes searched hers. “What about the animals? The people who work here? You’re just going to let them lose everything?”

She hesitated. “The new owner will handle that.”

Derek’s face darkened. “You don’t care at all, do you?”

“I care. It’s just… not my responsibility anymore,” she said quietly, turning to walk toward the house.

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Derek’s voice followed her. “You heartless witch!”

Rebecca winced but didn’t turn back. She quickened her pace, heading inside, trying to ignore the doubts his words stirred.

The next morning, Rebecca was startled awake by a knock on her door. She groggily got up and opened it to find a man standing on the porch.

“Good morning, Rebecca,” he said, nodding politely. “I’m Travis. I manage the fields here. Something’s happened, and I think you’ll want to see it.”

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Rebecca rubbed her eyes. “Morning. Just give me a moment to get dressed.”

She quickly threw on the first clothes she found, then followed Travis outside. They walked through the farm until they reached one of the main fields. Rebecca’s heart sank when she saw the crops. They looked weak, wilted, and sickly.

“What’s wrong with them?” she asked.

Travis sighed, his expression grim. “Hard to say. Maybe someone spread something to damage them. Could be competitors. But if we don’t act fast, we’ll lose the entire crop.”

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Rebecca’s face tightened. “I don’t care. I’m selling the farm. That’s my plan.”

Travis glanced at her. “You’d get a lot more money if you sold it as a working farm. Not just land.”

Rebecca knew he had a point. She hesitated, then asked, “So, what do you need from me?”

“I need an extra worker. One of our guys is out sick, and we don’t have enough hands,” Travis explained.

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“Alright,” Rebecca said. “I’ll find someone to help.”

Rebecca spent the entire day making phone calls, trying to find someone to hire. She went through a long list of contacts, but every answer was the same—nobody was available.

By evening, she was exhausted, her energy completely drained. She felt like a squeezed lemon, with nothing left to give.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Midjourney

Tired and frustrated, Rebecca found herself wandering toward the stables. She remembered how, as a child, she would sit there for hours, surrounded by the soft sounds of the horses.

It always calmed her. She gently petted their noses, fed them some hay, and felt a wave of comfort wash over her. She sighed, thinking, who would have imagined this farm could bring her so many problems?

“Oh, I didn’t know princesses visited stables,” Derek said, his tone icy as he stepped inside.

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Rebecca turned, frowning. “What’s with the attitude?”

Derek folded his arms. “How else should I talk to someone who doesn’t care?”

“For your information, I spent all day trying to find a worker for Travis,” she snapped. She wasn’t sure why she felt the need to explain herself, but his accusation stung.

Derek’s lips curled into a bitter smile. “So you can sell the farm for a better price. That’s what Travis said.”

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Rebecca rolled her eyes, trying to ignore the guilt building inside her.

“I can help Travis,” Derek said, “but I need support with the livestock. That’s my job.”

“There’s no one available to work,” she said.

Derek stepped closer, his gaze steady. “You could help.”

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Rebecca blinked, surprised. “Me?”

He raised an eyebrow. “Or are your hands too soft for real work?”

“I know how to work,” she shot back. “It’s the only thing I’ve ever really known how to do.”

“Good,” Derek said, turning toward the door. “Then it’s settled.”

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Rebecca stood there, still processing, as he walked away, wondering how she’d just agreed to help.

For the next few weeks, Rebecca found herself doing things she never expected. She woke up early each morning, pulling on boots and gloves, ready to work. She helped the workers in the fields, fed the animals, and even joined them in the kitchen, cooking meals after long days.

At first, she thought it would be a struggle, but the workers were patient and kind, teaching her the tasks step by step. They treated her like part of the team, and she started to see how much they cared about the farm.

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Rebecca began to question if selling the farm was the right decision. Every night, she fell into bed exhausted, but it was a different kind of tiredness. The farm, once just a burden, was slowly becoming a place she was starting to care about.

One evening, as she walked back to the house, she spotted something unusual—small surveillance cameras mounted on poles, pointing straight at the field. Why hadn’t she noticed them before?

After asking around, she learned from Sarah, a longtime farm worker, where to access the footage. Sarah brought it to the house, and Rebecca started watching the recordings.

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She fast-forwarded until she found what she was looking for—footage of someone sneaking through the field, scattering a strange powder over the crops. The image was blurry at first, but then the figure’s face came into view. Rebecca’s heart dropped. It was Derek.

Furious, she slammed her laptop shut and stormed out of the house. Without thinking, she marched straight toward Derek’s cabin, her mind spinning.

Rebecca stormed up to Derek’s door. When he opened it, she held out her laptop, the screen showing the footage. “Care to explain this?!” she snapped.

Derek sighed, his shoulders drooping. “I was trying to delay the sale,” he said.

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“So you decided to destroy the farm?!” Rebecca yelled, her voice shaking.

“I didn’t destroy it,” Derek replied. “I slowed things down. It worked. I know you’ve started to care.”

“You can’t just do that, Derek! People had to work harder because of you!” she shouted.

“I thought you didn’t care about the people here,” he said. “I wanted to make you see what this farm means.”

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Rebecca felt a sting in his words, but she refused to back down. “But you messed up! I don’t care! That’s why I’m selling it—to the first buyer who shows up!” she yelled, her voice cracking as she turned and stormed away, leaving Derek standing there.

Two days later, two businessmen arrived at the farm. Rebecca greeted them with a polite smile and led them on a tour, showing them the fields, the barns, and the house. She kept her tone professional, trying to stay detached.

After the tour, Ryan, one of the men, said, “We’re ready to buy it.”

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Rebecca felt a weight lift from her shoulders. “Great! When can we sign the contract?” she asked.

“Right now,” said the other man, Tom. “We brought our lawyer with us.”

Rebecca nodded and led them inside. They sat at the dining table, and the lawyer set the papers down. She picked up the pen, but her hand froze. Something didn’t feel right. “You’re buying the farm to run it, right?” she asked.

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“Not exactly,” Ryan replied. “We plan to build a factory here. Is that a problem?”

Rebecca’s stomach twisted. She hesitated, but forced a smile. “No, no problem.” Her eyes drifted to the wall. A childhood photo of her and her grandfather hung there—she was feeding a calf, smiling wide. She took a deep breath, pushing the papers closer. Slowly, she prepared to sign.

After fifteen minutes, Rebecca walked Ryan, Tom, and their lawyer out of the house. She spotted Derek sitting under a tree, watching. Tom shook her hand. “Well, good luck,” he said. Ryan did the same, and then they drove off.

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Derek got up and walked over. “Congratulations,” he said flatly. “The farm’s no longer your problem. How much did you sell it for?”

Rebecca looked at him. “I changed my mind.”

“What?” Derek’s eyes widened, confused.

“I’m not selling it,” she repeated.

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Derek’s frown melted into a smile. “Really?”

“Don’t get too happy,” she said, trying to stay serious. “I’m a demanding boss. My employees usually avoid me.”

Derek suddenly pulled her into a tight hug, catching her off guard. After a moment, she realized what was happening and hugged him back, feeling something warm and hopeful stir inside her.

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