When Adeline’s kids said they wished she didn’t exist, their words cut deeper than any pain she’d ever felt. Angry and thoughtless, they didn’t understand the weight of their words. Adeline decided to take their wish seriously, disappearing from their lives without a trace. It was time they learned what life would be like without her.
People often said being a housewife was easy—staying home, relaxing, living off a husband’s hard work. What a mistake.
For Adeline, being a stay-at-home mom was no easy job; it was a nonstop race with no breaks. Her days blurred with cleaning, cooking, calming tantrums, and juggling endless tasks.
Cedric, her lively but stubborn five-year-old, was at an age where every little thing sparked a fight.
Florence, nearing her pre-teen years, was full of attitude and unpredictable moods.
And her husband, Bartholomew? He thought his paycheck excused him from household chores. It was exhausting.
That evening, as usual, they gathered for dinner. Sharing their day was a routine, often full of surprises.
Adeline looked at Cedric, who was poking at his peas. “Cedric, how was preschool today?” she asked, forcing a cheerful tone.
He shrugged. “It was okay, but Miss Carter might call you tomorrow.”
That caught her off guard. “Why would she call?” Adeline asked, setting down her fork.
“I wanted to pet a dog outside, but Miss Carter said you shouldn’t touch stray dogs because they might have rab—rab—” Cedric frowned, searching for the word.
“Rabies,” Florence cut in, rolling her eyes dramatically.
