When my daughter was still very small, I hadn’t planned to go back to work so early. But circumstances forced me, and I had almost no choice. There was no time to find a babysitter — everything happened suddenly. Then my mother-in-law herself suggested:
— Leave her with me. I’m home anyway, it’s no trouble.
At first, I even sighed in relief. Who, if not a grandmother, would take better care of her? The first week was calm. I left with a light heart, and when I returned I saw them together — they seemed to be playing, and my daughter looked happy.
But soon something began to change. My little girl became increasingly withdrawn. She woke up at night crying, hugging me tightly as if afraid I would disappear. During the day, she became quiet and unsmiling, and when I returned home from work, she wouldn’t leave my side.
One morning, as I was getting ready for work, my daughter grabbed my hand and whispered almost in a whisper:
— Mom… don’t leave me with grandma. I don’t want to…
I was confused. I thought it was just a child’s whim, something she imagined, maybe grandma had forbidden something and they were upset with each other. But the words stuck in my mind.
The next day, I decided to set up a camera. Just to make sure everything was okay.
…On the screen, I saw my daughter sitting on the carpet with toys. My mother-in-law was nearby. But as soon as the little girl started crying, the grandmother suddenly grabbed her, dragged her to the wardrobe, and literally pushed her inside.
You could hear my daughter crying and banging from the darkness, while my mother-in-law sat calmly in the chair, as if nothing was happening.
— Cry in there, — she said coldly.
I was about to stop the recording, but I kept watching. And I saw how later, when my daughter came out again and tried to hug her, the grandmother pushed her away and squeezed her little hand so hard that the child screamed in pain.
Then she leaned over and said in a hissing voice:
— Be quiet. Or you’ll go back in the wardrobe. Today you stay without food.
My hands were shaking. I sat in front of the screen, realizing this was not childish imagination — this was the hell she lived in while I worked for us.
I immediately took my daughter away. I brought the camera with the recordings to the police. The trial lasted a long time, but the evidence was indisputable.
Since then I’ve understood: blood doesn’t always mean soul. And sometimes terrible things happen exactly where you least expect them.
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