Diane’s childhood was defined by waiting and longing for a mother who never truly prioritized her. It all began when she was just 8 years old, clutching her mother’s hand and begging to join her on what Erika called a “business trip.”
“I’m sorry, child. I’m going on a business trip. You can’t come with me this time,” Erika said, her tone dismissive yet laced with feigned sympathy. “But don’t worry, we’ll go to Disneyland when I’m back!” she promised, her words ringing hollow even to a child. Diane watched as her mother packed her bags and drove her to her aunt Karina and uncle Roger’s house.
“You’re going to have so much fun here that when your mom comes back, you won’t even want to leave,” Uncle Roger said kindly. Diane smiled, though her heart was heavy. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months. Her mother’s sporadic phone calls offered little comfort, as Erika assured Diane that she would return soon with gifts and grand plans. But each promise was left unfulfilled.
Years passed, and Diane began to adapt to life with Karina and Roger, whose warmth and affection filled the void Erika left behind. But deep down, Diane still yearned for her mother’s presence. That yearning took a sharp turn when Erika called with shocking news.
“I’m staying in Italy. I’ve met a wonderful man, and we’re getting married!” Erika exclaimed over the phone. Diane’s heart sank. “Does this mean I can come live with you in Milan?” she asked, hope flickering in her voice.
Erika hesitated. “Not now. Everything is different here, and it’s best for you to stay where you are until college. We’ll plan for you to come here then.” Disappointed but desperate to believe her mother’s words, Diane agreed.
As years went by, the hope faded. Erika’s calls became even rarer, and Diane eventually stopped answering them altogether. “I don’t want to talk to her anymore,” she told Karina, who respected Diane’s decision but continued to encourage reconciliation.
Then, during Diane’s senior year of high school, Karina entered her room holding the phone. “It’s your mother. She wants to talk to you,” she said gently. Diane reluctantly took the call.
“Darling! It’s been so long. I think it’s time for you to visit Milan,” Erika said brightly. “Your stepfather is excited to meet you, and we’ll tour colleges together. You’ll love it here—Italian boys are adorable!”
Encouraged by Karina and Roger, Diane agreed to the trip, though her expectations were low. “At the very least, you’ll get to see Europe,” Karina reminded her.
When Diane arrived in Milan, her mother’s frosty demeanor was immediately apparent. “What are you wearing?” Erika frowned as they reunited at the airport.
“It’s just travel clothes. I wanted to be comfortable,” Diane replied, confused. Erika sighed. “Well, we’ll fix that. You can’t meet my husband looking like this.”
During the car ride to Erika’s lavish home, Diane endured a barrage of criticisms disguised as helpful comments. “You’ve gained some weight,” Erika remarked. “We’ll put you on a diet.”
At dinner, Diane was forced into an expensive dress and made to sit through an awkward evening where her stepfather barely acknowledged her. Erika, on the other hand, acted like a doting mother, painting a rosy picture of their family life.
“Honey, you’ll be staying here now. Isn’t that exciting?” Erika announced midway through the meal.
Diane froze. “Staying? I thought this was just a visit.”
Erika waved dismissively. “Your stepfather always wanted children, and since I can’t have more, you’ll do.”
The callousness of Erika’s words was the final straw. Diane feigned excitement to leave for downtown Milan, convincing Erika to give her money for a cab. But instead of exploring the city, Diane went straight to the airport and exchanged her ticket for the earliest flight home.
When Diane walked through the door of Karina and Roger’s house, their surprise was evident. “What happened, sweetheart?” Karina asked.
“She only invited me to impress her husband. She doesn’t care about me,” Diane said, her voice trembling. “You and Uncle Roger are my real parents.”
Roger hugged her tightly. “You’ve always had a home here, Diane. You don’t need her approval to know you’re loved.”
From that moment on, Diane stopped yearning for Erika’s love. Her life with Karina and Roger, filled with genuine care and support, was the family she truly deserved. While Erika had sought validation from the world, Diane found solace in the warmth of her real home—a place where love didn’t come with conditions or ulterior motives.
