MY DAD’S WIFE JUST SLEEPS ALL DAY
That night, the small living room glowed under warm yellow lights.
The TV was still playing softly in the background.
The mother lay curled up on the couch.
Her hair was slightly messy.
A cream-colored blanket was pulled up to her shoulders.
She was sleeping deeply.
Very deeply.
A three-year-old little girl sat at the edge of the sofa.
Her tiny feet swung gently.
Her round little face looked unusually serious.
The iPhone was almost as big as her hand.
Blue light from the screen reflected softly on her chubby cheeks.
She pressed the phone against her ear.
Then spoke quietly.
“Hello daddy… please come home fast…”
On the other end of the phone, a man’s voice came through the speaker.
“Why sweetie?”
The little girl pressed her lips together.
Her tiny legs folded neatly.
Her eyes looked worried like a real adult.
“I still didn’t eat yet…”
A brief silence.
The father sounded surprised.
“Where’s your mommy?”
The little girl didn’t answer right away.
She slowly turned her head toward the couch behind her.
Her mother was still asleep.
Not moving.
The blanket rose and fell softly with her breathing.
The TV echoed faintly through the quiet room.
The little girl turned back toward the phone.
Then sighed.
A tiny sigh…
but filled with the disappointment of a little old lady.
“Your wife just sleeps all day…”
Behind the camera—
her fifteen-year-old brother started shaking from trying not to laugh.
Barely holding it in.
But the little girl remained completely serious.
Frowning.
Then she asked a question that froze the entire room.
“Why did you marry a woman like this?”
Half a second of silence.
Then—
“HAHAHAHAHA—!”
The camera shook violently as the older brother burst into laughter.
Under the blanket, the mother shifted slightly.
The little girl immediately turned around.
Eyes wide.
A little panicked.
Then quickly covered the phone microphone with her tiny hand like she was protecting a national secret.
She whispered to her dad.
“…Daddy.”
“Mommy is waking up.”
The father laughed softly through the phone.
Trying hard not to.
“Sweetie… did mommy cook today?”
The little girl turned toward the dining table.
Empty.
A half-open box of cookies sat alone on the table.
The little girl looked down.
Pulled back the small blanket covering her legs.
And revealed half a soft cookie.
She held it up like evidence.
“This is my dinner.”
Behind the camera—
the older brother practically collapsed laughing.
But then—
the mother slowly sat up.
Messy hair.
Sleepy eyes.
The entire room went silent.
The little girl froze.
Still holding the cookie in the air.
The mother looked around.
Then stared directly at the phone in her daughter’s hand.
“…Who are you talking to?”
The little girl swallowed nervously.
Behind the camera, the older brother quickly pointed the phone away.
Too scared to breathe loudly.
The little girl slowly lifted the phone.
“Daddy…”
The mother stayed silent for a few seconds.
Then nodded slightly.
“Put him on speaker.”
The atmosphere instantly changed.
The older brother whispered behind the camera:
“Ohhhhhh no…”
The little girl pressed the speaker button with her tiny fingers.
The father’s voice filled the living room.
“…Hey babe.”
The mother looked at the cookie in her daughter’s hand.
Then at the cookie box on the table.
Then directly at the older brother filming.
“Did you seriously record all this?”
The older brother froze instantly.
“Uh…”
But before anyone could say another word—
the little girl suddenly pulled the blanket gently over her mother again.
Then wrapped both arms around her mother’s arm.
Her voice became tiny.
“She’s actually very tired…”
The whole room unexpectedly fell silent.
The older brother slowly lowered the camera.
The mother looked at her daughter.
And froze.
The little girl rubbed her face gently against her mother’s arm.
“Mommy cried in the bathroom today…”
The smile disappeared from the father’s face.
Even the older brother stopped laughing.
The mother quickly turned her face away.
Like she didn’t want anyone to see her red eyes.
The little girl hugged her tighter.
Then asked softly.
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“Daddy…”
“…when are you coming home?”
