I always thought we were a happy family until my son told me he had a “secret sister.” At first, I thought it was just one of those things kids do to draw your attention. But when I explored more thoroughly, I found something that transform my world upside down.
Mike and I have been together for five years now. Our son, Luke, is four years old with Mike’s charming smile and my stubborn chin.
Until recently, I thought we were absolutely happy.
It all began last Tuesday.
The marketing agency where I work had wrapped up a major campaign, so my boss let us go early. I decided to surprise Luke by picking him up from daycare myself instead of letting Mike get him after his shift.
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“Mommy!” “You’re early!”, my son said.
“I sure am, buddy. I thought we could stop for ice cream before heading home.”
His eyes widened. “Can I get sprinkles?”
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“You can get double sprinkles,” I promised.
It wasn’t until we were almost home that he dropped the bomb.
“Daddy won’t be expecting us yet, will he?” I asked/
“Mommy!” he whispered loudly. “Don’t tell Daddy I told you… but I have a secret sister.”
“What?”, I said.
He nodded seriously. “She was here yesterday. Daddy said not to say anything.”
