we’ve already filed.” They thought they were clever. But they didn’t know my phone was recording everything. The next morning, I went to a lawyer. We prepared. We fought. And when the time came, I stood in court and told the truth — calm, steady, no tears. Then I played the recording. The courtroom fell silent. The judge ruled in my favor. Full custody,
remained with me. Their plan to use my daughter for money — destroyed. See, I may have shown up that night tired and worn down. But I showed up. And real mothers — we don’t break. We fight quietly, and when the time comes, we win loudly. My daughter may not remember the decorations, but she’ll remember who stood by her, always.