'Don’t Worry, Daddy’s Girlfriend Packed Me a Snack,' My Daughter Said When I Didn’t Have Time to Prepare Her School Lunch — Story of the Day

‘Don’t worry, Daddy’s girlfriend packed me a snack,’ my daughter casually told me one morning. As a busy working mom, I’d barely had time to prepare her lunch, but I never expected that. Who was this 'girlfriend,' and why was she involved in my daughter’s life?

Being a working mom is harder than I ever imagined. Even though Sophia is six now and in school, the balance between work and home never seems to get any easier.

I try to remember everything, but it’s overwhelming. I love my daughter more than anything in this world, but sometimes it feels like I’m failing her.

I want to give her everything, the best life, the best education, the best future. But every time I’m late picking her up from school or forget to pack her favorite snack, it feels like I’m failing.

But James always steps in and does what I can’t. He picks Sophia up from school, plays with her, and helps her with her homework. He’s a great father, and I'm very grateful for him.

But sometimes, when I talk to my sister or my mom, it feels like they think I’m not doing enough.

They say it’s wrong that James is doing so much. They imply that I should be the one staying home with her. And every time, I feel this rush of panic.

***

One evening, as I was unpacking Sophia’s backpack, I found something unusual — snack wrappers from a brand we never buy.

“Sophia, where did you get these?”

She looked up from her homework and shrugged, “Someone gave them to me.”

“Who, sweetie?”

“A friend.”

I didn’t press further, thinking it was just some treat from a classmate, though it felt a little off.

***

But a few days later, I found something else, a toy, one I didn’t recognize. I held it up, confused.

“Where did this come from?”

“A friend gave it to me.”

"Who, Sophia?"

“A friend, Mom,” she said, her tone a little defensive, as though she thought I should already know.

***

Then one day, as I was picking Sophia up from school, I noticed something else. There, sticking out of her backpack, was a brand-new water bottle.

“Sophia, where did you get that?”

She sighed as though I were asking a silly question. “It’s from my friend. She gave it to me.”

“What friend?”

“From Maya, of course.”

“Maya? Your classmate?”

“Yes, Mom.”

Sophia's voice suddenly sounded irritated, as though I was the one making things complicated.

“We’ll get her something too, then,” I said, trying to be normal about it.

That evening, I spoke to James about all those gifts.

“I think maybe Maya gave some of her things to Sophia.”

James shook his head. “I don’t think that’s it. Maybe they’re just exchanging gifts.”

“I’m going to talk to Maya’s mom tomorrow,” I said.

James hesitated for a moment, then shrugged.

“It’s not necessary. Don’t stress over it.”

I found my husband's reaction strange, but he just waved it off as though it were nothing.

***

The next morning, I dropped Sophia off at school. As we walked toward the entrance, I spotted Maya’s mom, Karen, standing by the gate.

I knew it was the perfect time to speak with her and gain some clarity. I approached her slowly, my thoughts swirling in my head.

“Karen,” I called out.

“Elena! How are you?”

“I’m good, thanks. Listen, I wanted to ask you something. It’s about Maya. Sophia keeps mentioning that Maya gave her some things: a snack, a toy, and even a new water bottle.”

“Gifts? Maya hasn’t given Sophia anything like that.”

“Are you sure? Because Sophia keeps insisting they’re from Maya, and she’s been mentioning them a lot.”

“I’m sure, Elena. Maya hasn’t given anyone gifts. We don’t have that kind of thing going on.”

“Well, maybe Maya gave her something without telling you. A toy, for example, this one, right here.” I pulled the small toy from my bag and handed it to Karen. “This is from Maya, isn’t it?”

“I’ve never seen that before. We don’t have anything like it.”

“Well, thank you for clearing that up,” I said. “I just wanted to make sure.”

I turned and walked back to my car, my mind racing with more questions than answers. The pieces weren’t fitting together, and it left me more unsettled than ever.

***

That evening, I shared everything with James, hoping he might have some insight.

“I spoke with Maya’s mom today,” I told him.

“She swears Maya hasn’t given Sophia any gifts, but Sophia keeps saying it’s from Maya. I’m starting to worry about who she’s spending time with.”

“I’m sure it’s nothing, Elena. Sophia’s probably just making things up. You know how kids are, always creating stories.”

“I know, but this doesn’t feel like just another story. These gifts are real, James. The snacks, the toy, the water bottle, they’re not from her imagination.”

James gave a small laugh, clearly trying to reassure me. “It’s probably nothing to worry about. She loves to make up stories. She’s a creative kid.”

I agreed with him in theory. Ever since Sophia started talking, she’d always had a vivid imagination, imaginary friends, elaborate adventures, and tall tales.

But that time, something felt different. The gifts were tangible. They weren’t just stories.

“I don’t know,” I said quietly, more to myself than to him.

***

The next morning, we were running late. In the chaos of the morning, I forgot to pack her lunch.

“I’m sorry, sweetie,” I said, handing her a few dollars. “I didn’t have time to make your lunch today. You’ll have to buy something at school.”

She handed me the money I had just given her. “Don’t worry, Daddy’s girlfriend packed me a snack for school.”

“Daddy’s girlfriend?”

Sophia nodded, unfazed. “I told you about her, Mom. The one who gave me the toys and snacks.”

I stood there, frozen for a moment, completely in shock. I managed to put the money in her backpack, my thoughts in a whirlwind. On the way to school, I tried to get more details.

“Sophia, who is this girlfriend? What is she like?”

“She’s really nice. And younger than you, Mom.”

I didn’t know what to think, but I had to find out.

After dropping Sophia off at school, I texted James:

I’m coming to see you for lunch today. We need to talk.

The hours leading up to lunch felt like a nightmare, each minute stretching longer than the last.

I couldn’t shake the anxiety gnawing at me, and it only worsened as the day dragged on. Finally, lunch arrived, and I rushed to James’s office. We sat outside at a small table near his office.

“How’s your day going?” James asked.

“It’s been... okay... Sophia and I barely made it to school this morning. I didn’t even have time to pack her lunch. But turns out it wasn’t an issue. Your girlfriend already gave her snacks for school.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean yourgirlfriend, James,” I repeated. “Sophia said she gave her snacks for school today. So, I’m asking—who is she?”

“I don’t know where Sophia got that idea.”

“James, is there someone else? Are you seeing someone?”

“No. I’m not seeing anyone else. I swear.”

“I just need the truth, James. I’m not asking for much.” I paused, my voice breaking as the emotions hit me all at once. “Am I such a bad mom that you’re looking for someone else to step in?”

James moved closer, pulling me into an embrace. “You’re the best. You’ve always been the best. You're the one, I promise. Maybe our daughter’s just making things up again. You know how she is.”

“But...I don't know what's going on.”

“I promise, I’ll talk to Sophia. We’ll figure this out.”

“Okay.”

“I have to go.” James kissed my forehead softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

James seemed as calm as ever, and for a moment, I even felt ashamed of my suspicions. Yet something didn’t add up, and I couldn’t put my finger on what it was.

***

Later that day, I picked up Sophia from school early. The afternoon was warm, and I decided a walk in the park might calm my nerves.

We wandered along the path, enjoying the sunshine and the simple joy of being together. Then, suddenly, Sophia pointed and shouted, “Look, Mom! There’s Daddy and his girlfriend!”

My heart skipped a beat. Before I could react, Sophia had already dashed toward them. When I reached them, I saw James standing with a woman I didn’t recognize.

“What’s going on here?” I demanded.

James looked surprised. “Elena, I...”

Maya opened her mouth to speak, but I cut her off. “No. I asked for the truth, James. And you couldn’t even give me that.”

“Why are you upset, Mom? This is Daddy’s girlfriend.”

I turned to Sophia. “Do you know what a girlfriendis, sweetie?”

“Yes. This is a girl who is a friend.”

James stepped forward, looking guilty. “Elena, please, let’s talk about this.”

I shook my head, but I followed him as he moved away from the others.

“This isn’t just about us anymore. You’ve been lying to me, and now Sophia knows.”

James sighed. “Maya is my half-sister.”

“Your half-sister?” I stopped, shocked. “You’ve never mentioned her.”

“I didn’t know about her until recently. My father... he had an affair, and Maya is the result of that. I didn’t know until a few months ago.”

Еhe weight of the truth crashed down on me.

“And you never told me? Why?”

“We were afraid,” James admitted, looking ashamed. “We didn’t want anyone to know, especially my mom.”

“You should’ve told me, James. You can’t hide something like that.”

“I didn’t want to add more stress to your life. I thought it was better to keep it quiet.”

“I could’ve handled it.”

“I know. I’m sorry. I should’ve been honest with you. I promise I’ll never keep anything from you again.”

“We’re a family, James. All of it, good and bad.”

James pulled me into an embrace, holding me close. “I’m sorry, Elena. I’ll do better.”

“I hope so, James. I really do.”

We stood there, holding each other, and in that moment, I realized how much I needed that honesty between us. It wasn’t perfect, but it was real, and that was enough.

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