My 7 Year Old Niece Couldn’t Eat — The Doctor’s Words Shattered Me…

When the night shift finally ended at St. Mary’s General Hospital in Boston, Massachusetts, Lisa Harrison moved down the long corridor with the kind of exhaustion that clung to her bones rather than just her muscles.
She worked in pediatrics and had done so for the past ten years, and although she loved the children under her care with a fierce devotion, the demands of the job left her drained in ways she rarely confessed to anyone.
For Lisa, who had spent the last seven years as a single woman building a life centered around her work, the walls of the hospital sometimes felt more familiar than the walls of her own apartment.

She reached into the pocket of her scrubs to silence the buzzing of her phone, but when she saw the name glowing on the screen, she stopped walking with an instinctive jolt.
It was her sister, Kate, who rarely called at this hour unless something truly important was happening.
Lisa answered quickly.

“Lisa, thanks for your hard work. Can you talk now?” Kate asked, and although her words were polite, there was an unmistakable tension woven into her voice.
“Of course I can talk. What’s going on?” Lisa asked, now standing motionless in the center of the dim hallway.
Kate hesitated before speaking again.

“Actually… I’ll be hospitalized starting next week,” she finally confessed.
“For the birth of my second child. The doctor wants me on complete rest until the delivery.”
The news made Lisa inhale sharply.

“That’s worrying, but as long as the baby is born safely, everything else can be handled,” she replied, trying to keep her voice calm for her sister’s sake.
“Thank you,” Kate whispered, sounding more vulnerable than usual.
“I have a favor to ask.”

Lisa almost smiled because she already knew what was coming next.
“Mike is extremely busy with work this month, and I was wondering if you could take care of Emily while I’m in the hospital,” Kate continued.
“It’ll probably be for just a week.”

Lisa’s exhaustion melted away at the thought of Emily, her beloved seven-year-old niece who had always been a soft light in her life.
“Of course I will,” she said immediately.
“I’d love to have her stay with me.”

“That’s such a relief,” Kate breathed out.
“Emily is really looking forward to staying with you too.”
After the call ended, Lisa remained still for a moment, letting her mind drift toward Kate’s little family.

Kate had married Mike Johnson three years ago.
They lived in a neat house in the suburbs, a place that always looked as if it belonged in a magazine for perfect American families.
To everyone around them, they appeared to be a harmonious unit, the kind of couple who rarely raised their voices and always spoke kindly to their daughter.

The next afternoon, Lisa made the drive to their home, noticing how peaceful the neighborhood seemed beneath the soft autumn sunlight.
The small white house, lined with little blooms of color in the front yard, looked almost idyllic from the outside.
When she knocked on the door, she heard quick footsteps approaching.

Emily flung the door open and rushed toward her.
“Aunt Lisa!” she said with a mixture of excitement and shyness.
Lisa knelt to give her a hug.

“You’ve grown so much,” she murmured.
But the moment her arms wrapped around the child, Lisa noticed how light she felt.
Perhaps children grew in unpredictable ways, but Emily felt almost too delicate.

Kate appeared moments later, moving carefully with her eight-month-pregnant belly.
She still looked beautiful, her hair styled and makeup soft, but there was subtle strain tucked around her eyes.
“Thank you for coming, Lisa. Would you like some coffee?”

Lisa accepted and sat on the sofa while Emily climbed timidly onto the cushion beside her.
When Mike came home from work a few minutes later, the four of them gathered in the living room.
He was a tall man, always dressed too formally even when he was supposedly off-duty.

“Lisa, we appreciate your help so much,” Mike said with a controlled smile.
“Emily is such a good child. She never causes trouble. I’m sure you’ll have a lovely week together.”
Kate nodded along.

“That’s right. Emily goes to sleep easily and wakes up on her own every morning. She’s very well behaved.”
Emily sat quietly throughout the conversation, her small hands resting neatly on her lap.
She was unusually silent for a seven-year-old.

Lisa gently turned toward her.
“Emily, what would you like to do at my house? Anything special?”
Emily lifted her head.

“Anything is fine,” she whispered.
“Maybe we can go to the park or cook together,” Lisa suggested.
“Yes.”

Kate laughed lightly, though something about that laugh felt manufactured.
“Do you see? She’s obedient to everything. She always says yes. Sometimes it worries me how calm she is.”
Lisa forced a smile.

During dinner, Emily ate in silence, pushing small bites around her plate rather than actually eating them.
Lisa noticed but chose not to comment; children often went through odd phases with their appetite.
Mike and Kate continued conversing with the polished ease of two people who had practiced their roles for years.

“Starting tomorrow, you’ll be staying at Aunt Lisa’s for a while,” Kate said to Emily.
“You’re excited, right?”
“Yes, Mom,” Emily answered.

Her smile flickered for a moment.
Not bright.
Not natural.

The next morning, when Lisa returned to pick up Emily, the little girl was already standing beside her small suitcase.
She clutched a doll to her chest, holding it the way anxious children often held onto their favorite belongings.
Kate patted her head gently.

“Be a good girl,” she murmured.
“Mom… will the baby be born healthy?” Emily asked, her voice trembling just slightly.
It was the first time she had initiated a question without being prompted.

“Of course,” Kate said quickly.
“You’ll have a cute sibling very soon.”
Mike carried the luggage to the car while giving Lisa another serious reminder that Emily was quiet and well behaved.

During the drive, Emily stayed silent, her face turned toward the passing scenery as if she were trying to memorize every shape and color.
“Emily, you’ve stayed with me before, but this time we get to spend a whole week together,” Lisa said warmly.
“I’m looking forward to it.”

“Yes,” Emily repeated, her tone polite but empty.
Lisa lived in a modest apartment near the hospital, a quiet building with elderly neighbors who kept to themselves.
When they arrived, Emily stepped inside and placed her suitcase neatly beside the hallway wall.

“This will be your room,” Lisa said, opening the door to the guest bedroom.
“It’s right next to mine, so if you need anything, you can call me immediately.”
“Thank you,” Emily replied with mechanical politeness.

Lisa watched her and felt a pinch of unease.
She had worked with children long enough to sense when something in a child’s behavior didn’t match their age.
Emily was seven, yet she moved and spoke with the restraint of someone far older.

Still, Lisa dismissed the thought by reminding herself that Kate and Mike were unusually strict.
Perhaps discipline had shaped the child this way.
Perhaps it was nothing.

The first morning of their week together began with an unsettling quiet.
Lisa, a veteran of unpredictable shifts, rarely woke before her alarm, yet her eyes opened at 6:00 a.m. for no clear reason.
She sensed something off, something subtle but impossible to ignore.

She stepped out of her room and walked softly to the one beside it.
Emily’s bed was already made with perfect precision, the blanket smoothed out and the pillows symmetrically aligned as if an adult had arranged them.
But the room was empty.

Lisa frowned.
Emily did not know her apartment well enough to wander around confidently, especially not so early.
She checked the bathroom, the kitchen, the small living room.

Then she saw her.

Emily was standing by the window, facing the gray morning light with her hands pressed tightly together in front of her chest.
Her doll sat abandoned on the floor.
She didn’t turn around even after Lisa stepped closer.

“Emily? Why are you up so early?” Lisa asked, trying to keep her tone gentle.
Emily stiffened but did not speak right away.
When she finally turned, her expression was oddly blank.

“I always wake up early,” she murmured.
“My mom says it’s better that way.”
Lisa gave a small laugh to ease the tension.

“But it’s Saturday. You could sleep in today.”
“I don’t sleep in,” Emily said, almost as if repeating a rule.
“My mom says it makes me lazy.”

The chill that ran through Lisa had nothing to do with the morning air.
Children usually boasted about breaking rules, not obeying them with rigid precision.
She crouched to meet the girl’s eyes.

“You’re safe here,” Lisa said softly.
“You don’t have to follow every rule. You can relax a little.”
Emily looked confused, as if the idea of relaxation was a foreign concept.

After breakfast, Lisa noticed again how Emily barely touched her food.
She pushed cereal around the bowl, took minuscule bites of toast, and consistently avoided anything more substantial.
“Emily, sweetheart, are you not hungry?” Lisa asked.

“I’m okay,” Emily answered without looking up.
“I don’t need a lot of food.”
“Who told you that?”

“My dad,” Emily whispered.

Lisa felt her chest tighten.
Mike had always seemed strict, but this was something else entirely.
She wondered whether Kate knew these things about her daughter.

Throughout the day, Lisa tried to build a sense of ease around Emily.
She proposed games, movies, and even baking cookies, but Emily accepted everything with the exact same polite indifference.
It was as if the child had trained herself out of showing real emotion.

That night, when Lisa checked on her, she found Emily lying stiffly under the blanket, eyes open in the dark.
“Can’t sleep?” Lisa whispered.
Emily blinked slowly.

“I sleep quietly,” she said.
“My mom says loud sleeping is bad.”
“That doesn’t make sense,” Lisa replied.

Emily didn’t react.

The following morning, after another breakfast where the child barely ate, Lisa finally decided to bring her to a pediatric specialist at the hospital—someone she trusted deeply.
She told Emily it was just a regular checkup so she wouldn’t feel scared.
Emily simply nodded, as she always did.

At the hospital, Dr. Reynolds, a kind man with decades of experience, examined her with calm professionalism.
But the longer he looked, the more his expression shifted from neutral to deeply worried.
When he asked Emily a few questions, her answers were unsettlingly rehearsed.

“Emily,” he said gently, “have you been feeling sick recently?”
“No,” she replied immediately.
“I’m not supposed to get sick.”

Lisa exchanged a look with the doctor.
A silent, heavy look.

After the checkup, Dr. Reynolds asked Lisa to step outside while Emily waited with a nurse and drew pictures.
His voice dropped low.
“Lisa… her weight is dangerously below average. There are signs of chronic under-eating, maybe even food restriction.”

Lisa felt the floor tilt beneath her.
“What? But Kate—”
“I know Kate,” he said calmly.

“But something is wrong here. Very wrong.”

And before he could continue…
Emily’s voice echoed from inside the room, soft but trembling.

“Aunt Lisa… can I come with you? Please?”

Both adults froze because there was something desperate in her tone that neither of them had heard before.
Something that suggested fear—real fear.

Lisa turned toward the door.
“Emily, sweetheart, just wait one moment—”
But Emily shook her head violently.

Her eyes filled with terror.
And when she spoke, her voice cracked with a truth she had held inside far too long.

“If I tell you why I don’t eat… something bad will happen.”

Lisa stepped closer, her pulse pounding.
“Emily… what do you mean? What will happen?”
Emily swallowed hard.

“My dad said…”

She looked past Lisa as if she expected a shadow to appear in the doorway.

“…my dad said people who tell secrets don’t live long.”

Lisa felt ice spreading through her veins.
And when she knelt to pull Emily into her arms, the child trembled like a leaf trying to withstand a storm it had endured alone for far too long.

Before Lisa could comfort her further—
Before she could ask questions—
Before she could even breathe—

Her phone began ringing.

It was Kate.

And Kate never called during her hospital checkups.

Lisa hesitated, staring at the screen, dread unfolding in her stomach like a slow, dark blossom.
Emily clung tighter to her sleeve.
Her voice barely rose above a whisper.

“Aunt Lisa… please don’t tell her yet.”

Lisa answered the call.

Kate’s voice came through, fragile, scared, and shaking with something that didn’t sound like labor pains.

“Lisa… please… you need to come back to the house. Right now.”
“Kate? What’s wrong?”
“It’s Mike,” Kate whispered.

And then she said the words that made Lisa’s heart lurch violently in her chest—

“He knows.”

Lisa’s breath stopped.
Her mind raced.
Emily’s hand tightened around hers with small, terrified fingers.

“Kate… what exactly does he know?”
But Kate didn’t answer.

The line went silent.

And in that silence…
Lisa felt something shift.

Something dark.
Something that suggested this wasn’t just about a child refusing to eat.
Something that hinted at a truth far more sinister than anyone had dared to imagine.

The hallway lights flickered overhead.

Emily looked up at her aunt with wide, fearful eyes.

“Aunt Lisa… please don’t take me back to that house.”

Lisa held her close.

But she already knew—
Whatever waited for them at that house
would tear open secrets
that had been buried beneath years of politeness
and smiles
and silence.

And nothing in her medical training
or her ten years in pediatrics
had prepared her for what she was about to walk into.

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When Lisa Harrison’s night shift at St. Mary’s General Hospital in Boston, Massachusetts ended, she dragged her tired body down the hospital corridor. She had been working in pediatrics for the past 10 years. For the single Lisa, work was her life’s purpose, and the smiles of sick children were her greatest reward. Her cell phone rang. It was from her sister, Kate. Lisa, thanks for your hard work. Can you talk now? Of course. What’s wrong? Kate’s voice sounded a bit tense. Actually, I’ll be hospitalized starting next week. For the birth of my second child, the doctor told me I need to rest. Lisa stopped walking.

That’s worrying, but as long as the baby is born safely, that’s what matters most. Thank you. I have a favor to ask. Mike is busy with work, and I was wondering if you could take care of Emily. It’ll probably be for about a week. Lisa’s face brightened. Emily was her adorable seven-year-old niece, like a treasure to Lisa.

Of course, I’d be delighted to spend time with Emily. That’s such a relief. Emily is looking forward to staying with her aunt, too. After hanging up, Lisa thought about Kate’s family. She had married Mike Johnson 3 years ago and lived in a small house in the suburbs. The two seemed like an ideal couple, and Emily appeared to be a lovely child to everyone.

The next afternoon, Lisa visited Kate’s house. The white-sided house was small but well-maintained with colorful flowers planted in the front yard. When she opened the front door, Emily came running up to her. Aunt Lisa, Emily, you’ve grown so much. Lisa knelt down and hugged Emily. Emily seemed a little thin, but children often change body shape during growth spurts.

Kate emerged from the kitchen, 8 months pregnant. Her belly had grown large, but she remained beautiful and carefully made up. Thanks for coming, Lisa. Would you like some coffee? Thank you. Lisa sat on the sofa and called Emily to sit beside her. When Mike came home from work, the family of four gathered in the living room.

He was a tall man who always wore suits. “Lisa, thank you so much. Emily is such a good child who doesn’t cause trouble, so I’m sure you’ll have a wonderful time together,” Mike said with a smile. “That’s right. Emily is really well behaved. She goes to sleep right away at night and wakes up by herself in the morning,” Kate added.

Emily listened quietly to the adults conversation. She was surprisingly quiet for a 7-year-old child, sitting small on Lisa’s lap. “Emily, what would you like to do at your aunt’s house?” Lisa asked gently. “Anything is fine?” Emily answered in a small voice. “Shall we go to the park or cook together?” “Yes.” Kate laughed.

See, she’s really obedient, isn’t she? Emily always says yes to everything. It seems like her rebellious phase is still far away. That evening, Lisa had dinner with them at Kate’s house. Emily continued eating quietly without joining the adults conversation. Occasionally, Lisa noticed that Emily wasn’t eating much, but children’s appetites varied with their moods.

Emily, starting tomorrow, you’ll be staying at your aunt’s house for a while. You’re looking forward to it, aren’t you? Kate called out to her daughter. Yes, Mom. Emily smiled, but that smile seemed somehow artificial. The next morning, Lisa went to pick up Emily. A small suitcase was packed with a week’s worth of clothes, and Emily was holding a doll.

Have a good time. Be a good girl. Kate patted her daughter’s head. Mom, will the baby be born healthy? Emily asked a question on her own for the first time. Of course, you’ll definitely have a cute little brother or sister. Might carry the luggage to the car. Lisa, if you have any problems, please contact us right away.

Emily is quiet, so I don’t think there will be any issues. In the car, Emily sat in the back seat looking out the window. Emily, this isn’t your first time coming to my house, but this time we can be together for a long time, so I’m looking forward to it. Yes, Emily answered quietly. Lisa’s apartment was in a quiet residential area near the hospital.

When Emily put down her luggage, she quietly listened to Lisa’s instructions. This will be your room. It’s next to my bedroom, so if you need anything, call me right away. Thank you, Emily answered politely. While Lisa was impressed by Emily’s politeness, she felt something was off. It was unusual for a 7-year-old child to be so mature.

However, she thought Kate must have disciplined her well and didn’t pay particular attention to it. The first morning of Lisa and Emily’s life together was greeted in silence. When Lisa woke up, the clock still pointed to 6:00 a.m. However, when she peaked into the next room, Emily’s bed was already neatly made, and Emily was nowhere to be seen.

Lisa frantically searched around the apartment. Emily, where are you? In the corner of the living room sofa, Emily was sitting with her knees drawn up. She was hugging her doll to her chest, staring out the window. “Good morning, Emily. You’re an early riser.” Lisa smiled gently. “Good morning. I’m sorry for waking you up.” Emily answered in a small voice.

“You didn’t wake me up, but have you been up this early?” “Yes, I always wake up at this time.” Lisa was a little surprised. Well, then shall we make breakfast together? While making pancakes in the kitchen, Lisa tried to have a conversation with Emily. However, Emily’s responses were always short words like yes, no, and thank you.

There were no innocent questions or requests typical of seven-year-old children. Emily, how is school? Do you have lots of friends? School is fun. I have friends. What kind of friends? Tell me their names. Emily showed a slightly troubled expression. Um, everyone is nice. Lisa had a small doubt that no specific names or stories came up.

However, she convinced herself that some children were shy. During breakfast, Lisa was carefully observing Emily’s behavior. Is it delicious? Yes, it’s very delicious, Emily answered. But she hadn’t actually eaten even half of the pancakes. Won’t you eat a little more? There’s still plenty. I’m already full.

Thank you. Lisa tilted her head. Considering Emily’s build, she should be able to eat a little more. However, she thought children’s appetites changed from day to day and didn’t force her. That afternoon, Lisa took Emily to the neighborhood park. Emily, friends are playing over there. Would you like to go play with them? Emily was looking at the other children, but didn’t try to approach them.

I’m fine just watching from here, but it would surely be fun. the slide, the swings. If Aunt Lisa comes with me, Lisa took Emily’s hand and headed toward the playground equipment. However, Emily kept her distance from the other children and played quietly by herself. Even when other children occasionally talked to her, Emily just nodded slightly and didn’t try to actively engage.

Is Emily always this quiet? One of the neighborhood mothers asked Lisa, “She’s my sister’s child. She might be a little shy, but she’s such a well- behaved child. Lisa gave a rice smile. Emily was certainly an easy child to handle. However, for a seven-year-old child, she seemed too much of a good girl. Even during shopping at the supermarket that evening, Emily’s behavior was mature.

While Lisa was selecting products, Emily waited quietly beside the cart. Unlike other children, she never begged for candy or ran around. Emily, is there anything you want? Candy or toys? No, I don’t need anything. Really, I’m fine. Thank you. After finishing the checkout, Lisa happened to meet the mother of Emily’s classmate.

Emily shrank back for a moment, but immediately put on a smile. Hello, Mrs. Jennifer. How’s your mom? The baby will be born soon, right? But after the woman left, Emily clearly seemed relieved. Emily, is Mrs. Jennifer, a friend’s mother? Yes, she’s a classmate’s mother. What kind of friend? An ordinary child? Another vague answer.

Lisa began to worry a little about Emily’s sociability. During dinner that evening, Lisa made chicken nuggets and French fries. However, Emily still only tried to eat a small amount. Emily, won’t you eat a little more? You’re growing, so you need to eat properly. I’m sorry. I’m not very hungry. Are you feeling okay? Does anything hurt? I’m fine. Sorry for worrying you.

Lisa frowned. She felt uncomfortable that Emily apologized so much. Emily, you don’t need to apologize. Your aunt is just worried about you. Yes, thank you. Before bedtime, Lisa decided to read Emily a picture book. However, Emily said, “You don’t have to read to me.” When Emily got into her bed, she hugged her doll and lay down quietly.

Lisa tried to kiss Emily’s forehead, but Emily slightly twisted her body. Lisa couldn’t fall asleep easily. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t normal. The next morning, Emily was also an early riser. Good morning, Emily. What shall we do today? Please decide at Lisa. I’m asking what you want to do. Anything is fine.

Lisa felt a little irritated. She felt uncomfortable that there were no childlike requests or opinions at all. They decided to draw pictures. However, all the pictures Emily drew were small and had subdued colors. To Lisa, it seemed like Emily was restraining herself. That afternoon, Lisa called her friend Nancy, an elementary school teacher, for advice.

She’s too much of a good girl for a 7-year-old child. She’s too mature. She’s always apologizing. Nancy thought for a moment. Lisa, maybe Emily is being strictly disciplined at home, but that’s not necessarily a bad thing. Lisa decided to observe Emily’s behavior again. That evening, she asked Emily about dinner.

I want to make something you like. Is there any food you especially like? Emily thought for a moment. I like spaghetti. Lisa’s face brightened. Then let’s have spaghetti for dinner tomorrow. I’ll make especially delicious sauce. On the evening of the third day, Lisa was preparing the special spaghetti dinner. She hoped Emily would eat happily.

It’s ready. Today is Emily’s special request. Lisa sat across from Emily at the dining table. However, Emily just stared at the plate and didn’t try to move her chopsticks. What’s wrong? It looks delicious, doesn’t it? Yes, it looks delicious. Emily’s voice was small and sounded tense. Emily carefully wounded the spaghetti with her fork and brought a small bite to her mouth.

At that moment, Emily’s expression changed drastically. Her face turned pale and her eyes opened wide. And the next moment, Emily spit the spaghetti from her mouth onto the plate. Emily, are you okay? Lisa frantically rushed to Emily’s side. Emily was trembling with her small body, and tears were streaming down her cheeks. I’m sorry.

I’m sorry. Emily cried and apologized repeatedly. You don’t need to apologize. Are you feeling sick? Do you feel nauseous? Lisa put her hand on Emily’s forehead. She didn’t seem to have a fever. However, Emily’s trembling didn’t stop and her crying became more intense. I’m sorry. You made it deliciously. I’m sorry.

Lisa hugged Emily and gently rubbed her back. However, Emily’s condition was abnormal. Let’s go to the hospital. You must have some illness. Hospital. Fear appeared in Emily’s eyes. I don’t need to go to the hospital. I’ll get better soon. Please, please don’t take me to the hospital. Emily pleaded desperately.

Lisa was confused. Emily’s reaction was close to terror. Emily, your aunt is a nurse. I’m worried about your body. Let’s have you properly examined. Lisa quickly got Emily’s jacket and took the car keys. Emily resisted, but Lisa gently persuaded her. There’s nothing scary. We’re just going to find out why you felt sick.

In the car, Emily sat small in the back seat, occasionally sobbing quietly. Emily, it’s really okay. The doctor is a kind person. When they arrived at the pediatrics department of St. Mary’s General Hospital, Lisa explained the situation at reception. Fortunately, the doctor on duty was her colleague, Dr. Wilson and they were immediately taken to an examination room.

She spit out spaghetti immediately after taking one bite at dinner, Lisa explained. After that, she trembled violently and kept apologizing. Dr. Wilson tried to gently question Emily, who hid behind Lisa. Emily shook her head when asked if her stomach hurt or if she felt sick. Well, then let’s do some tests. Blood tests and X-rays, too. During the tests, Emily was abnormally compliant, her expression filled with fear. An hour later, Dr.

Wilson appeared with the test results. His expression was serious. Lisa left Emily with a nurse and enter the examination room. Lisa, this is a serious situation. Looking at Emily’s blood test results, there are clear signs of malnutrition. Malnutrition? But I heard she eats normally at home. That’s not all. Her weight is significantly below normal for her age and her blood protein levels are abnormally low.

This is evidence that she hasn’t been getting adequate nutrition for a long period. Dr. Wilson continued, “The X-ray results are also concerning. Her bone density is low and there may be effects on her growth. But what does that mean? Lisa, these symptoms are not just from picky eating or constitutional factors. There’s a high possibility that Emily has been consistently deprived of adequate food for a long period.

This is the result of chronic malnutrition over months, probably years. Lisa was speechless. Emily’s excessive obedience, constant apologizing, and fear of food suddenly connected into a terrifying pattern. As a doctor, I have an obligation to report the situation to the relevant agencies, Dr. Wilson said quietly. A report to child protective services is necessary.

The reason she spit out the spaghetti today might be because her stomach has adapted to a long-term state of starvation. Her body can’t respond to sudden normal meals. Lisa talked in detail about Emily’s abnormal obedience, rejection of food, and intense reaction. These behavioral patterns are typically seen in children who have suffered long-term abuse or neglect, the doctor explained.

We’ll keep her here for observation until her condition improves. Lisa stayed by Emily’s side all night. The next morning, Dr. Wilson returned for morning rounds. Emily, do you eat meals properly everyday at home? Emily suddenly showed a tense expression. Yes, I eat meals. Emily, what do you do when you’re hungry? Tears welled up in Emily’s eyes. I endure it.

Why do you endure it, Papa and Mama? Emily suddenly stopped talking. Emily, what about Papa and Mama? They get angry. They say I’m a bad child. Emily’s tears streamed down her cheeks. They say I’m selfish. Lisa gasped. Dr. Wilson continued gently. How many times a day do you eat meals at home? Um, sometimes.

Just a little at night. What about breakfast and lunch? There aren’t any. Papa and Mama say I’ll get fat if I eat too much. They say I have to endure. Papa and Mama taught me that I have to tell other people I eat properly. But really, I’m hungry. What happens if you say you’re hungry? I get scolded and locked in my room and then I get even less food. Dr.

Wilson explained to Emily. So, when you ate the spaghetti last night, you became scared. Yes. Emily sobbed. It had been a long time since I saw real food, and I thought I shouldn’t eat it, but my body couldn’t accept it. Lisa stood up and hugged Emily. Emily, it’s okay now. You didn’t do anything wrong. But I’m a bad child. No, you’re not a bad child.

It’s natural to want food. You’re a growing child. Emily cried hard against Lisa’s chest. Really? I’m not a bad child. You’re absolutely not a bad child. You’re a very good child. Dr. Wilson spoke up. Emily, were there other painful things? Sometimes I can’t take baths and clothes. Sometimes I have to wear the same clothes for a long time.

Didn’t you say anything at school? Papa and Mama said, “Never tell anyone at school. If I told they said I would never get food forever.” Lisa’s anger was about to explode. Emily confirmed her parents intentions for the new baby. They said because a baby was coming, I had to be an even better child. They said they would give the baby proper meals, so I had to endure.

Emily, that won’t happen anymore. Your aunt will absolutely protect you. But I have to go back to Papa and Mama. No, you don’t have to go back there anymore. Dr. Wilson said, “I’ve already contacted Child Protective Services. A case worker is scheduled to come this afternoon. Child Protective Services.

Did I do something bad?” Fear appeared in Emily’s eyes. “No, Emily. Child protective services is a place to protect children. People who will protect you are coming. But Papa and Mama will be angry, won’t they, Emily?” What? Papa and Mama did to you was wrong. Adults must love children, give them proper meals, and cherish them. They weren’t doing that.

But I was a bad child. No, you did nothing wrong. The ones who were wrong were the adults who should have loved you. In the afternoon, Jennifer Davis, a social worker from Child Protective Services, came. She conducted the interview, and Emily gradually opened up with Lisa by her side. Emily, you’ve really worked hard until now, Jennifer said.

But you don’t have to work so hard anymore. As a result, Emily was to be immediately taken into protective custody. Kate and Mike were informed Emily was receiving treatment, but not yet told about the suspicion of abuse. That night, Emily showed a genuine smile for the first time. Thank you for telling us. Because you told the truth, you can be happy now.

The next day, a formal investigation by police and child protective services would begin. Lisa vowed to absolutely protect Emily. That night, Emily fell asleep peacefully for the first time in a long while. 6 months later, the final hearing at Boston Family Court was completed. Kate Johnson and Mike Johnson were found guilty of child abuse and neglect and permanently stripped of their parental rights to Emily.

In court, the doctor’s testimony, the CPS report, and Emily’s brave testimony were decisive. Kate tearfully spoke. “I wanted to be the perfect mother, but I succumb to pressure.” The judge sternly declared, “Love for a child cannot be compensated for with excuses. Your actions are inexcusable.” 2 weeks after the verdict, Lisa officially became Emily’s adoptive mother.

On the day the procedures were completed, the two hugged. Now we’ve truly become family, Lisa said. Yes, mom. Emily called Lisa mom for the first time, marking the beginning of their new life. Emily’s recovery was progressing steadily. Her weight returned to the normal range, and her self-esteem was recovering through psychological counseling.

The biggest change was that Emily began showing childlike emotional expressions. “Mom, I became friends with Jessica at school today,” Emily reported brightly. One Sunday morning while making pancakes, Emily asked, “Mom, why did my previous father and mother do those things to me?” Lisa answered, “Your previous parents might not have known how to love.

Love is something to be shared, not something to sacrifice someone for. Is our family different from mom and me? Our family is a family that cherishes each other. Family isn’t determined only by blood relations. It’s built by loving each other, supporting each other, and facing each other with responsibility like us.

Then we’re a real family. At dinner time, Emily served herself a large portion of pasta. Mom, I’m hungry, so is it okay to eat a lot? The child who used to tremble in front of food was now naturally enjoying meals. At bedtime, Emily looked forward to a picture book. Lisa kissed Emily’s forehead. Good night, Mom. I love you.

I love you, too. Lisa looked at the night view and thought. The new life with Emily was more fulfilling than she had imagined. Lisa and Emily were deepening genuine family bonds day by day. Emily’s smile was the most precious treasure for Lisa and continuing to protect that smile had become Lisa’s new life goal.