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I Came Home to Find My Daughter Locked in a Dirty Attic — I Was Furious When I Learned Why My MIL Did It

Prenesa Naidoo
Sep 19, 2024
10:24 A.M.

When Misha and her husband, Greg, go away on business, they leave their daughter, Mia, with Greg's mother, Diane. Except, they don't understand the extent of Diane's ignorance regarding race. This time, she went too far with their mixed-race baby, Mia. What happens when Misha and Greg find out?

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You know when you think you know someone, and then they do something so despicable that it knocks the wind right out of you?

That was exactly what happened with my mother-in-law, Diane. This isn't just a story about hurt feelings or misunderstandings. No. It's about someone revealing their true colors in the ugliest way possible.

A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

Let me back up a little and tell you more about my family.

I'm a black woman, married to Greg, my white husband. Together, we have a beautiful little girl named Mia, who's four years old. She's got Greg's smile, but her curls and warm skin tone? All mine.

Naturally, Greg's family has been a little awkward concerning race. Especially his conservative mother. Little comments about my daughter's hair or how she's "so tan" for a toddler always flew around. And they'd laugh it off, but it always rubbed me the wrong way.

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A couple with their daughter | Source: Midjourney

A couple with their daughter | Source: Midjourney

I tried to ignore it. They're family, right?

And anyway, Greg has always stood up to his mother for us. So, that's always been something that I loved about him. He wouldn't let anyone disrespect Mia and me, not on his watch.

But I just assumed that Greg's family was ignorant.

"They're getting better with the idea of us, Misha," Greg said one day as he made toasted sandwiches for us.

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A man in the kitchen | Source: Midjourney

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"Greg, we've been married for six years," I said. "They should have gotten used to the idea a long time ago. I'm okay with stupid comments from your mother, but I don't want Mia exposed to that."

"I hear you, honey," he said. "And I'll keep doing whatever I can to get my mother to understand how damaging it could be. I promise."

I believed him. What else did I have to lose?

A woman sitting at a kitchen counter | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting at a kitchen counter | Source: Midjourney

But what Diane did two weeks ago showed me that ignorance was the least of her sins.

Greg and I have a baked goods business, where we supply restaurants, cafés, and coffee shops with our cheesecakes. Recently, we were getting new places to carry our items and had to go out of town for a few days because we were meeting with potential new clients.

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So, we asked Diane to babysit Mia. She agreed, but I could tell that my mother-in-law wasn't thrilled.

Cheesecakes on a counter | Source: Midjourney

Cheesecakes on a counter | Source: Midjourney

"Sure, Misha," she said. "But Mia can't come here. It needs to be at your place."

"Yeah, that's not a problem, Diane," I replied, grateful that my child couldn't be in Diane's house where she wasn't allowed to play as she wanted.

"I'll change the laundry in the guest room for you. I'll freshen it all up, don't you worry about a thing," I said.

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A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

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"And get Greg to get me my almond milk, Misha. I can't do that full-cream milk that you guys are bent on having."

"Sure, Diane," I said, rolling my eyes. "Anything else?"

"I'll text Greg," she said stiffly. "And make sure the Pitbull is tied up before I get there. Someone else can feed him."

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

And she cut the call.

Diane wasn't easy to manage, but we trusted her. I mean, she's Mia's grandmother, after all. What would go wrong?

Everything, apparently.

Our trip got cut short, and we decided to surprise Diane and Mia by coming home a day early. Our meetings had gone well, and we were all set for new contracts.

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A couple sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney

"We can finally build that fancy swing set for Mia," Greg said excitedly in the car.

"We can do whatever we want, honey," I said.

I couldn't wait to get back. I was so excited to see my baby girl. You know that feeling when you've been away from your child for even a few days? Your heart starts racing as the distance between you lessens, and all you want to do is squeeze them tight.

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A little girl sitting on a swing | Source: Midjourney

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But when we pulled into the driveway, something felt off.

"I can't wait to see my strawberry cheesecake," Greg said, using his pet name for Mia.

The house was too quiet. Normally, you'd hear Mia giggling, or Titan, our Pitbull's paws, thumping around, but there was nothing. Greg headed to the trunk to unload the bags, and I went around, hoping to see Mia playing with Titan.

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A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

I don't know why, but I looked up to the side of the house, where I noticed a faint light coming from the attic window.

"What is that light on for?" I muttered to myself.

Let me tell you about our attic. It's not a place anyone goes, least of all a toddler. It's dusty, cramped, and full of old junk. We hadn't touched it in months.

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A dusty attic | Source: Midjourney

So why was the light on?

I let myself into the house quietly, hoping I wouldn't run into Diane on my way to the attic. I wanted to see what was going on. I could hear voices from somewhere but assumed one of the TVs was on.

"She must be snooping," I muttered to myself as I kicked off my shoes by the staircase so I wouldn't make a noise.

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A pair of sneakers at the bottom of a staircase | Source: Midjourney

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I climbed the stairs slowly, my stomach doing flips. As I reached the attic door, I heard a soft sound, like someone shifting in their sleep. My heart dropped as I opened the door and went up the three steps into the attic.

There she was.

Mia. My baby girl, lying on ratty old blankets in the middle of the dusty attic, sound asleep. My pulse quickened. Why was she here?

A little girl sleeping on a blanket in an attic | Source: Midjourney

A little girl sleeping on a blanket in an attic | Source: Midjourney

"Mia," I whispered, rushing to her side and shaking her gently. "Honey, wake up."

She stirred, rubbing her eyes with her tiny fists, confused.

"What are you doing up here?" I asked. "You know that we don't come up to the attic. And you're not allowed to come up alone!"

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My daughter blinked up at me, still half asleep.

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A close up of a sleepy little girl | Source: Midjourney

"Grandma told me I can't show myself to her friends," she said, her little voice growing steady as she shook off her sleep.

"What?" I asked.

Mia repeated it, this time a little clearer.

"Grandma said I had to stay up here because her friends would get scared if they saw me."

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A sleepy little girl | Source: Midjourney

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I felt like I'd been punched in the gut.

"What do you mean, scared?" I asked.

She shrugged like it was no big deal.

"She said they don't like girls who look like me..."

That's when it hit me all at once. Diane, my own mother-in-law, the grandmother of my daughter, had invited her friends to my house and decided that my child should hide in the attic.

A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

Because of her skin color.

I scooped Mia up and marched down the stairs. I don't even remember how I made it to the backyard, following the voices. But there Diane was, sitting on one of the outdoor couches.

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She was laughing with a glass of wine in hand. Her friends were gathered around her, chatting like they were just having a good old time.

But it wasn't. Not by a long shot.

A group of women sitting outside drinking wine | Source: Midjourney

A group of women sitting outside drinking wine | Source: Midjourney

"Diane," I snapped, storming into their little party. I didn't care that her friends were there. They needed to hear it all.

"Why isn't Mia part of your little party? I'm sure your friends would have loved to meet your granddaughter."

A few of the women shot glances at each other.

Diane's smile dropped. She looked like a deer caught in headlights.

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A shocked older woman | Source: Midjourney

A shocked older woman | Source: Midjourney

"Oh, uh, she was playing upstairs," Diane said, glancing nervously at her friends.

"In the attic? On a dusty blanket?" I asked.

Diane didn't say anything.

"You locked my daughter in the attic because you were embarrassed by her? Because of her skin color?" I continued.

Her friends shifted awkwardly, avoiding eye contact.

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A shocked older woman | Source: Midjourney

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"I didn't lock her away! I thought she would be more comfortable upstairs!" Diane said. "I didn't think she would understand..."

"Understand what?" I shouted, cutting her off. "That her own grandmother is ashamed of her? That you can't stand the idea of your friends interacting with your granddaughter?"

Diane's mouth opened and closed, but no words came out. She knew she was caught, and her friends sure as hell knew it too.

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An angry woman | Source: Midjourney

"Daddy!" Mia cried, suddenly seeing Greg behind us.

From the look on his face, I could tell that he had heard our entire conversation.

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"Mom, I think you need to take your friends and leave," he said. "Now."

"But Greg," Diane said. "I'm hosting people. You really don't expect me to kick them out. I raised you with better manners than this!"

A shocked man | Source: Midjourney

A shocked man | Source: Midjourney

"You did, but how could I listen to someone who treats my family this way? Mia is four, for goodness sake! And you shut her in the attic? The attic? That's disgusting."

One by one, Diane's friends got up and quickly made their way out of our house.

"How could you speak to me like this?" Diane asked Greg. "And in front of my friends?"

"Just go," Greg said.

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A side profile of a woman | Source: Midjourney

And she did.

But I wasn't done with Diane. She wasn't getting away with this.

The next day, I sat in my bed with a cup of tea and my laptop balanced on my lap. I went straight to Facebook, specifically our neighborhood group, for all the local moms who plan charity events and block parties.

And I put Diane on blast.

Everyone needed to know the truth.

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A woman sitting in bed with her laptop | Source: Midjourney

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My husband said that the fallout was immediate. He kept getting text messages from Diane. The neighborhood turned on her overnight. And apparently, she was removed from a few personal chats.

The perfect little world she'd built for herself crumbled.

Diane tried calling me to apologize, but I didn't answer. I let her texts go unanswered, too.

As for Mia, she'll never know what really happened that day. I'll make sure of it.

A smiling woman with her daughter | Source: Midjourney

A smiling woman with her daughter | Source: Midjourney

If you enjoyed this story, you'd love this one about a woman who discovered something on her wedding day. While toasting and cutting the wedding cake at their reception, Sylvie and Rob bask in the beauty of their day. Until the wedding cake reveals something strange inside. Only for Diane, Rob's mother, to reveal more secrets.

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This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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