AnnaMaria
A 12-year-old girl woke up one morning and decided she wouldn’t go to school. She claimed to her mother that she felt feverish, dizzy, and had stomach pain. Alarmed by the thermometer’s high reading, her mother patted her on the head and allowed her to stay home while heading to work.
As soon as the front door closed, the girl sprang into action. She replaced the thermometer—carefully heated with a radiator to fake the fever—and turned on her favorite TV series. Finally, a quiet, perfect day awaited.
But at noon, a sound shattered the peace: the front door clicked open. Her heart sank. Her mother never returned early without calling.
Peering cautiously into the hallway, the girl saw her father’s sister—stern, cold, someone she’d never fully trusted. But today, her aunt looked different: tense, nervous, almost furtive.
The strangest thing? Where had she gotten the keys?
The aunt glanced around the apartment, confirming it was empty. She grabbed her mother’s coat from the hanger and quickly, almost jerking, hid something in an inside pocket. Then, she pulled out her phone and whispered into it:
“Hello… yes, it’s me. I did everything you said. You can come with the police this evening, yes… that fool will never understand anything.”
The girl froze. Her mother was the target. Her aunt was planning something terrible.
The woman left quietly. The hallway fell silent. Trembling, the girl rushed to her mother’s coat. She shoved her fingers into the pocket—and pulled out a small, tightly sealed package.
Her stomach turned. The package contained illegal substances. She realized with horror: her aunt and her father’s ex-husband were trying to frame her mother. When the police arrived that evening, her mother could lose her parental rights—or worse, face prison.
There was no time to think. The girl grabbed the package, ran out, and threw it in a dumpster a safe distance from the apartment.
That evening, the police came. The girl stood next to her mother, trying not to tremble, as officers searched the apartment carefully. They found nothing.
When the search was over, the girl told everything: about the aunt, the phone call, the package, and the plot. Her mother sat silently for a long moment, then pulled her daughter into a tight hug, as if afraid to let go.
The next day, her mother filed a report—this time against her aunt and ex-husband—ensuring they could no longer threaten her family.
In one quiet act of courage, the girl had saved her mother—and exposed the truth.
