The Smith family adopted Emily when the girl was three weeks old. They had to wait a long time to take the baby from the hospital—eighteen months. During that time, the couple saved up money, paid who they needed to, and things finally moved forward.
Back in the nineties, there was nothing unusual about that. They had to pay quite a bit of money, but the most important thing was that the long-awaited little one was finally home. The adoptive parents named the girl Emily.
Her birth mother hadn’t given the newborn a name. John and Mary had been married for eight years. Everything was fine—they got along well, and they lived comfortably for those times.
But Mary just couldn’t get pregnant. Desperate, the couple decided to adopt a child. They prepared thoroughly for this responsible step.
Mary and John looked somewhat alike. Both had light blond hair and blue eyes. Some people mistook them for brother and sister.
They absolutely wanted the adopted child to not differ much from them in appearance. The couple wanted to adopt a boy. They were offered two newborn boys.
But both were dark-haired. So the couple refused, deciding to wait for a fair-haired one. More precisely, Mary insisted on it.
«I don’t want the child to grow up knowing he’s not ours,» she said. «If the neighbors know the child is adopted, someone kind-hearted will surely blab.» Several months passed.
«What kind of show is this?» John smirked when his wife came home and pulled a folded towel from under her sweater. «I don’t see anything funny about it,» Mary got angry. «Let the neighbors see me walking around with a belly, so no one has any doubts.»
With each month, Mary’s belly size smoothly increased. «You’ve finally got your little one! You’ve waited so many years!» the elderly neighbors rejoiced for the family. It was November outside.
Mary was simulating the last stages of pregnancy. There was already a whole pillow under her coat. It got frosty outside, and ice appeared….
Mary was walking from the store with a heavy bag. She slipped and fell awkwardly right on her belly. «If only I always fell like that, onto a pillow!» Mary muttered, getting up and brushing herself off.
«Oh, dear, my heart sank when you fell on your belly!» A neighbor appeared out of nowhere. «Are you okay? You need to go to the hospital right away! Your baby must have had a rough time!» «I’m fine. Thanks for your concern, Aunt Betty!»
«Let me help you get to the hospital. We’ll take the bus now, it’s just two stops.» «No need for the hospital, thanks, Aunt Betty, I’ll go home.» «Hold on to me, we’ll walk slowly toward home. When we get home, I’ll call an ambulance for you. You need to get checked, you can’t joke with the baby’s health. You and John have waited for him so long!»
She stuck like glue. «I can’t shake her off,» Mary fumed inwardly. «Aunt Betty, were you going to the store? For some sausage, probably?» «Yes, for sausage.»
«They’ve almost sold out of it there. Run quickly if you want to get some.» «Oh, I’ll run! And you, Mary, when you get home, definitely call an ambulance.» «I will, Aunt Betty, I definitely will.»
In the evening, when her husband came home from work, Mary told him about what happened. «I told you not to start this show.» «John, enough! We’ve already discussed this. I don’t want the neighbors whispering in the corners that we took someone else’s child. Let everyone think it’s ours, our own, that I gave birth to it myself.»
«Your due date is coming up soon, and if they don’t offer us anyone for adoption, what will you tell the neighbors?» «Then it’s even better that Aunt Betty saw me fall. We’ll say something bad happened to the baby.» John said nothing, just shook his head.
He absolutely disliked the show Mary had started. Two weeks later, the couple was offered a newborn girl, fair-haired, just as they wanted. «A girl? We agreed on a boy,» Mary said.
«Aren’t you against taking a girl?» «I’m okay with a daughter. The main thing is that she’s healthy,» John replied. «And the timing is perfect. Your due date is approaching. Who knows how long we’d wait for a boy. You’d have to walk around with towels and pillows again.»
John loved his wife and was ready for anything, just so she would stop suffering over her inability to have a child. John wouldn’t mind living his whole life alone with his beloved wife without children. But with a child, it would be even better.
They had to go to a neighboring state for the girl. They stayed there for four days, met their future daughter, and completed the paperwork. There were no difficulties with the paperwork.
Of course, they had to pay, but everything was done quickly. The couple returned on the fifth day. To the neighbors, everything looked natural, as if John had brought Mary and the newborn daughter home from the hospital…
Just before New Year’s, happy Mary strolled along the snowy sidewalks with a stroller and proudly looked at passersby. Before, seeing moms walking with children, Mary would lower her head, feeling defective because of her inability to give birth. Now everything had changed.
She walked with her head held high. And it didn’t matter that she hadn’t given birth to little Emily. She was a mom, period.
Emily was a charming baby. Mary liked to look at her. Such tiny hands and feet, and the fingers… The girl’s hair was very light, almost white.
«Our daughter will look like me. No one will have any doubts. I was a little blonde in childhood too,» Mary shared her joy with her husband. The parents doted on their adopted daughter. Little Emily learned to hold her head up.
Little Emily learned to roll over onto her tummy. Emily got her first tooth. Such seemingly simple things were whole events for Mary and John.
By the time Emily was a year old and learning to take her first steps, something unexpected happened. Mary noticed that the girl’s gray-blue eyes were darkening. «John, look, she’s getting dark specks,» Mary worried.
«I don’t see anything. I think you’re imagining it,» John smirked and took Emily in his arms, making her smile broadly. «I’m telling you, they’re there. I looked at her eyes all day today. Oh, John, I’m afraid our Emily will turn out brown-eyed. One of my friends’ son had his eyes darken. They were blue at first too.»
«So what?» John smiled. «Will we love a brown-eyed daughter less?» «I don’t know, I don’t know,» Mary whispered and shook her head.
Emily’s eyes darkened rapidly, but her hair stayed light. By one and a half years, the girl became brown-eyed with light blond hair. Now Mary tried to appear less with her daughter in public.
What would they think? What would they start saying? The neighbors who had lived in the house for a long time knew John’s parents well. They were both fair-haired and blue-eyed.
By three years old, Emily turned into a brunette. «It’s like your little girl has been switched,» a neighbor met Mary on the street. «She was fair-haired, and now she’s suddenly darkened.»
«My father was like that. Emily takes after her grandpa,» Mary lied, feeling her face flush. And so the gossip started, she fumed.
Some time later, one neighbor, Mary’s age, told her that the old ladies in the yard were gossiping that Emily looked like some Jake from the next street. Mary didn’t know who that was, but it was clear they thought Emily was conceived on the side. Exactly what Mary feared.
«Watch out,» the neighbor said, «if your John hears, how will he react? And the girl really does look like Jake.» «Mind your own business,» Mary hissed. «Deal with your own families. See who your kids look like. And Emily is from John. Got it? And tell all the gossips that. My daughter is from my husband. She looks like my father, her grandpa. Genes, ever heard of them? And I’ve never seen any Jake,» Mary yelled.
«Okay, okay, I’ll tell them,» the neighbor was taken aback. Something made Mary really nervous. «Looks like she’s guilty. No wonder people gossip about Jake,» the neighbor decided.
After that conversation, Mary’s attitude toward her adopted daughter began to change for the worse. She started distancing herself from Emily. There was no more of the former tenderness.
The daughter seemed to Mary a source of problems. Emily turned seven. She started first grade.
The girl looked nothing like her parents. No one doubted that Emily wasn’t their biological daughter. Especially not John’s.
There were kind people who first hinted to John about it, then said it outright. They talked about Jake. It was unpleasant for John to hear…
But unlike his wife, his attitude toward Emily didn’t change at all. The child was definitely not at fault in this situation. And then something unexpected happened.
Mary couldn’t believe it until she saw the doctor’s note. The term was five weeks. Mary was thirty-seven, John thirty-nine.
«John, we’re going to have a son, just like we dreamed!» Mary beamed with happiness. For some reason, she had no doubt she’d give her husband a son. Michael was born a bit early, small and weak.
«John, now we have a son, our own son!» Mary said when she was discharged from the hospital with Michael a month later. «Let’s give Emily back to the orphanage!» «Give Emily away?» «Mary, tell me you’re joking!»
«What jokes! Emily isn’t our biological daughter! I’m ready to give her up!» She had been thinking about it for a long time but hadn’t dared suggest it to you. «I’m tired of the gossip!» «We just need to tell people the truth, that Emily is our adopted daughter. Then the gossip will stop.»
«But you don’t want to?» «Now I have a son! And Emily? If you don’t want to give her to the orphanage, raise her yourself!» Emily loved her little brother from the first days. She tried to help her mother.
She was the first to run to Michael when he started crying in his crib. «Don’t touch him!» Mary snapped. «Why, Mommy? I wanted to calm Mikey so he wouldn’t cry!»
«You’re too little! You might hurt him! Don’t touch him, I said!» Mary gave all her attention to her son, and her non-biological daughter ceased to exist for her. Michael was five months old when Mary learned she was pregnant again.
«John, we’re having a second child!» Mary hurried to delight her husband. «Third, Mary, not second!» «For you, let it be third, but for me, second!»
In the fall, when Emily started third grade, her second little brother, David, was born. Mary lived for her little boys, doted on them, and ignored Emily. The girl tried to help her mom, really wanting her mom’s attention and affection.
But Mary was very tired with the boys so close in age, not getting enough sleep. She took out her anger on Emily, nitpicking over trifles. Mary understood she was unfair to Emily, but she couldn’t help herself.
The adopted daughter was a burden to her. Emily quietly cried into her pillow but never defended herself to her mother or complained to her father. If her mother scolded her, it must be fair.
John, returning from work, tried to give attention to his daughter, helped her with homework, checked her assignments. «Mary, you could help Emily with her lessons,» he reproached his wife. «I have no time at all for Emily, I have two little sons on my hands, my own.»
«Enough bullying the daughter,» John flared up. «She’s not our biological daughter,» Mary stubbornly repeated. It was September outside.
Emily had just started school, fourth grade. She came home in tears. «What happened?» Mary asked dryly.
«I fought with one girl.» «It’s okay, you’ll make up.» Mary had no desire to hear about Emily’s school problems.
«She told me my dad isn’t my real dad.» «She told you right,» Mary replied without thinking. «And I’m not your real mom. We took you from the orphanage when you were tiny.»
«No, I don’t believe it,» the girl screamed. «Emily, you’re big now. You’re ten. You should understand. Look at yourself and at us. You’re dark, we’re both light. It doesn’t happen like that.»..
Emily cried until evening, until her father came. «Why did you do that? Why did you tell her?» he attacked his wife, learning the reason for his daughter’s tears. «There’s no point hiding it anymore. People will tell her about our differences anyway. Better she knows the truth than hears hurtful gossip.»
«Maybe you’re right,» John said quietly. «But you should have told her differently. Waited for me from work. We could have told her together.» From that day, Mary got it into her head that Emily would start revenge and do something bad to her brothers.
«Could a non-biological daughter do something bad to my biological sons?» constantly spun in the woman’s head. «She could,» came the answer right away. «We don’t know who her parents are. What genes she has. They told us her mom gave birth at fourteen and a half. Clearly a wayward mom she had. At that age, I was still jumping rope in school. No, we shouldn’t have taken Emily. We made a big mistake. But who knew? Many learn from their mistakes.»
Mary started constantly watching Emily. And as soon as she approached her brothers, she immediately yelled: «Get away from them!» The girl, sniffling, stepped back.
She felt like an outsider and unwanted. The times when they had no biological sons but already had Emily seemed distant and unreal to Mary. Were they happy as three?
Or was it just an illusion? Mary realized she hadn’t felt maternal love until she held her firstborn Michael to her chest. Emily turned thirteen.
She was growing into a beauty with huge expressive eyes. Only those eyes held an unchildlike sadness. Emily came alive in her father’s presence, who spent a lot of time with her, let her babysit her brothers.
Emily was happy. After her mom distanced herself, it was nice to see her father’s love and support. «Watch your daughter!» Mary told her husband.
«She’s at that age! She might make you a grandpa! Her mom was an early bloomer!» «What a woman, what a mother!» «I’m not her mother! I’m a mother to my sons! By the way, you could spend more time with your own kids, but you’re always fussing with this one!»
«Michael and David get enough attention. You don’t step away from them.» «I’m scared, John! Scared that Emily might do something bad to them!» «Enough, Mary! You’ve completely crushed the girl! Made a monster out of her! Emily is a kind girl. She loves her brothers!»
«Brothers!» Mary grumbled discontentedly. With each year, Mary became stricter toward the growing daughter. Emily turned sixteen.
All her friends used makeup, but Mary refused to buy her any. She forbade wearing dresses. «Wear pants!» she said.
«No need to bare your legs!» Once Emily asked her father to buy her a dress. «What’s going on here?» John was indignant.
«Mary, why don’t you buy Emily a dress?» «I’m watching your daughter as best I can, since you’ll blame me. You’ll say I didn’t watch if she brings home a baby.» «What nonsense!»
«Nonsense? She’s completely out of hand, the brat.» «I’m holding her in check with all my might, and you make concessions. Always defend her, indulge her whims. She wanted a dress. Why does she need a dress? To attract suitors?»…
«Mary, we met when you were sixteen… Same as Emily now. I remember well that you used makeup and wore short dresses. Why can’t Emily?» John tried to speak calmly, not escalating to a fight. «I’m different! I had decent parents!»
Mary crossed her arms and turned to the window. «Does Emily have indecent parents?» John smirked. «Stop your stupid smirks! I’m not laughing. I meant her biological parents, and you understood perfectly. I’m tired of it, John! Because of Emily, we have nothing but arguments. If she weren’t here, we’d live happily and peacefully, raising our sons. And I’m fed up!»
John covered his face with his hands. «I see our family is falling apart, but not because of Emily, because of you.» Four months later, John told Mary he met another woman.
«You can’t leave me with two children!» Mary hysterically beat. «I’m not abandoning the sons, I’ll help financially. I’ll visit them, communicate. And you can’t forbid me.»
«It’s all because of her!» Mary hissed. «She destroyed our family! Ruined my life! Drank so much blood! We lived so well, John, soul to soul! What changed?» «You changed, Mary, you! You became cold and angry, always dissatisfied. You constantly snap at Emily, always reproach her, though such a smart daughter is hard to find. Many mothers would envy you, but you don’t appreciate.»
Emily was in her room at that time. Hearing her parents’ scandal, she threw her things into a bag and ran away from home. That night she stayed at a friend’s, whose parents had gone to the cottage.
Emily couldn’t imagine what would happen next. It seemed her father would leave her mother. And where would she go?
She wouldn’t stay with her mother, and her mother wouldn’t want to live with her. If not for her father, she would have given her back to the orphanage long ago. Emily had no doubt about that.
Emily’s world collapsed in an instant. Her father called. «Daughter, where are you?»
«Don’t worry, Dad,» Emily smiled. It was nice that her father worried about her. «I’m at a friend’s. How are things with you and Mom?»
«Bad, daughter.» Returning home, Emily learned her parents decided to divorce. «Dad, what about me?» Emily asked hesitantly.
Her eyes were full of tears. «Don’t leave me. Mom will send me to the orphanage.» «Silly, how could you think I’d leave you?» her father smiled, wiping the tears running down Emily’s cheeks…
John left the apartment they lived in to Mary and the sons, and he moved with Emily to his second wife, Susan. Susan had an adult married daughter, Sarah, who lived in one of the southern cities. Susan accepted Emily very warmly.
Emily even regretted that Susan hadn’t been her mom all this time. Soon John was offered a job in another city. «It’s not far from the city where my Sarah lives, about fifty miles!» Susan rejoiced.
It was decided to move. In the new city, Emily quickly made friends. Before, around peers she was quiet and withdrawn, but here she opened up in a new way.
Emily graduated from college, got a good job. They went to the home city with her father twice a year. John didn’t want to lose touch with his sons.
Emily was also glad to see her brothers, whom she loved very much. Michael and David got tons of gifts from their father and sister. Things didn’t go well with Mary for Emily.
The woman was cold and showed with her whole appearance that she wasn’t too glad about the daughter or her visits. But that no longer upset Emily. She no longer tried to win Mary’s love and attention.
There was plenty of love in Emily’s life now. Her father and Susan loved her. She had many loyal friends.
And recently, a boyfriend appeared.
Daniel Carter is a senior staff writer at InspireChronicle, specializing in legal conflicts, family disputes, and real-life justice stories. His work focuses on high-stakes situations involving inheritance, betrayal, and complex moral decisions. Through detailed storytelling, he explores how ordinary people navigate extraordinary challenges and the long-term consequences that follow.
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