Two years after my wife passed, I remarried Amelia, hoping to start fresh with my daughter, Sophie. But when Sophie quietly told me, “Daddy, new mom is different when you’re gone,” I felt uneasy. She mentioned strange sounds from the attic and how Amelia was being too strict, which made me worry.
Amelia had brought warmth to our home, especially for Sophie, but something didn’t sit right. Sophie spoke of how Amelia locked herself in the attic, made her clean alone, and refused to let her have treats. After returning from a business trip, I began questioning if I’d rushed into this relationship.
One night, I followed Amelia to the attic and discovered it had been turned into a magical, child-friendly space, complete with fairy lights and a tea set. Amelia admitted that she had been so focused on creating the “perfect” home that she had neglected to show Sophie enough love.
The next evening, Amelia apologized to Sophie and revealed the attic surprise. Sophie was overjoyed, and I realized that Amelia was doing her best. Watching Sophie embrace her new mom, I felt reassured that we were on the right path to becoming a family.
