A Morning Favor
That morning, my sister called me early. She had just become a mother and was exhausted. Sleep-deprived, she asked me to watch her baby for a few hours so she could rest.

Of course, I agreed. My daughter and I adored the little one.

My Daughter’s Excitement
My six-year-old was over the moon. She rocked her cousin gently, stroked her tiny head, and sang lullabies. Everything felt calm and peaceful: soft laughter, the scent of milk, and clean diapers.

But after a few hours, the baby woke up, crying loudly. I knew it was time for a diaper change.

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My daughter eagerly offered to help. She loved feeling “grown up” when a baby was around.

The Moment That Stopped Me
I laid a clean cloth on the bed, placed the baby on it, and opened the diaper. Then my daughter froze, frowning. She softly asked, pointing at her cousin:
“Mom… what’s that?” 😱

I looked where she was pointing—and my blood ran cold.

The Shocking Discovery

On the baby’s tummy and legs were bluish-purple marks. It looked as if someone had squeezed or hit her.

I froze.
“Sweetheart… did you do this?” I asked, my voice trembling.
“No, Mommy. I just kissed her,” she whispered, almost crying.

A chill ran down my spine. I immediately called my sister.

My Sister Confessed
She answered quietly. I told her what I had found. After a long silence, she said calmly:
“It was me…”

At first, I didn’t understand.
“What do you mean, you?” I asked.

“I did it… I just couldn’t take it anymore. She cried all night. I didn’t sleep, I didn’t eat… I didn’t mean to. I just lost control.”

I sat in silence, chest tight with fear and pain. I could still see her exhausted, broken smile in my mind.

Understanding and Support
And then I understood. My sister wasn’t a monster. She was burned out, overwhelmed, and no one had noticed how badly she was struggling.

Since that day, I visit her almost every day. I take the baby with me so she can sleep, take a walk, or simply feel human again—not just a constantly anxious, exhausted mother.

Sometimes I think back to that day. I realize how close she was to the edge and how vital it is to have someone nearby—someone who offers a shoulder at just the right moment.