To her, that money was not only funds it was the last tangible connection to her late father, but a symbol of his love and care for her future.
By using it for someone else, I had unknowingly betrayed her trust.
I sat beside her, holding her trembling hands, and broke down in tears.
I told her how deeply sorry I was and how I never meant to hurt her.
We spent hours talking, finally letting out all the pain and misunderstandings that had built up between us.
That evening, I spoke with my husband, and we made a promise: we would repay every cent we had used, even if it meant taking on extra jobs or cutting back on luxuries.
Since then, our family has been slowly healing.
My eldest has begun to open up again, even though I know it will take time to rebuild her trust completely.
This experience taught me a powerful lesson: love isn’t just about treating everyone equally it’s about respecting each person’s story and feelings.
Sometimes, the greatest gift we can give our children isn’t money or opportunities, but understanding and a safe place where their hearts are heard.Family games
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