Birthday Present Part 4
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💝🎁 Birthday Present Part Four:
Hephzibah’s toxic character made me install CCTV cameras all around the house including their bathroom. I needed to see what she was doing all the time she was at home and this new decision was able to help me stop three of Hephzibah’s hot water scalding attempt on Jasmine and several attempts to hit Sophie with a pestle.
In addition to the cameras, I also removed anything that could be used as a weapon, the vases, the table lamps down to the knives and rods. I stored all of them in my room inside a cupboard.
She was a walking danger sign, everyone was afraid of her including myself and her father.
I had to take leave from work just to monitor her behavior and I was advised to take her to a therapist that it might be possible that she was having some mental issues. I didn’t want to agree that my child could have mental issues but I was desperate for help so preparations and calls were made and Hephzibah was booked for her first meeting with the therapist.
Throughout the meeting with the therapist, Hephzibah didn’t say a word which was normal for me but what wasn’t normal was that she refused to even nod or shake her head. She just sat looking straight at the painting on the wall with one hand holding the necklace pendant as tight as she could.
The therapist suggested that she might be autistic. I refused to accept the diagnosis. How can my child be autistic?
The ride home was quiet till she spoke.
“You shouldn’t have taken me there mummy” her tone was sad. I adjusted the mirror to see her clearly. She was looking out of the window, silent tears streaming down her eyes.
“But I had to, you are acting strange these days and we need to know what’s going on because you don’t want to tell us anything” I said, trying my best not to yell at her.
” I told you” she sniffed and used the hand that was holding the necklace pendant to wipe her tears.
“It’s the necklace, it’s talking to me”
Are you kidding me.
“Hephzibah necklaces can’t talk, you are just making this all up to avoid accepting the blame for what you have done” I said hotly.
“The necklace is making me do it. You shouldn’t have taken me there”
“Then take the necklace off”
“I can’t” she whispered.
“Why can’t you?” I didn’t receive any answer because she was back to being quiet.
The next day was a Saturday and it ended with bad news.
My sister got involved in an accident.
TO Be Continued
