When I asked my mom to pick up my stepdaughter Emma from school, I thought it was just a simple favor. But that night, Emma was unusually quiet and went straight to her room without saying much.
The next morning, I found her crying. She told me my mom had told her teacher she only had two grandkids — and that Emma wasn’t one of them. Then Emma handed me a folded paper: a DNA test my mother had given her to “prove” they weren’t related.
I was furious. When I confronted my mom, she said she’d done nothing wrong and that Emma was “technically a random child” to her. That was the final straw. I told her that if she couldn’t treat all my children equally, she wouldn’t be part of our lives.
We haven’t spoken in a week, and I’m still unsure what to do. She is my mother, but what she did deeply hurt a child. I’m torn between calling her and standing firm on a boundary she should never have crossed.
