Tera Mayo Funny Storyteller, Moncton, NB (2026)

01/07/2026

Episode 5: The Hospital of Tears.
The hospital corridor smelled of disinfectant and fear. I ran in breathlessly with Clara right behind me, our hearts pounding as if they wanted to escape our chests. The nurse at the reception looked up when she saw us rushing in.

“Please,” I gasped. “We’re here to see a patient named Anita Olayemi. She was brought here after an accident!”

The nurse’s eyes softened when she looked at me. “Are you her father?”

“Yes… yes, I am.”

“Please, calm down, sir,” she said, motioning to a chair. “She’s in the emergency ward right now. The doctors are attending to her. You can’t go in yet.”

I felt my knees weaken. I sat down, burying my face in my palms. Clara placed her hand gently on my shoulder. For the first time in months, her voice was tender again.

“She’ll be fine, Emmanuel,” she whispered. “She has to be.”

Minutes turned into hours. Every tick of the wall clock sounded like a hammer against my heart. Then finally, the doctor came out—his face serious.

“Are you Mr. Emmanuel Olayemi?” he asked.

“Yes, doctor,” I replied quickly. “How’s my daughter? Please tell me she’s okay.”

He sighed deeply. “She’s stable for now, but her condition is critical. She suffered severe head trauma and internal bleeding. We’ve stopped the bleeding, but she hasn’t regained consciousness yet. We’ll monitor her closely for the next 48 hours.”

I nodded, tears streaming down my face. “Can I see her?”

“Just for a minute,” he said quietly.

I followed him into the ward, my legs trembling. There she was—my daughter, lying still on the hospital bed, tubes attached to her body, her head wrapped in bandages. Her face looked pale but peaceful, as if she were sleeping.

I walked closer, unable to control my tears. “My child,” I whispered, “please don’t leave me now. I just found you.”

I sat beside her bed, holding her cold hand in mine. “You forgave me once. Please, Anita, forgive me again by staying alive.”

Clara stood behind me, quietly crying. For the first time, I saw her pain not as anger, but as empathy. She moved closer and placed her hand on my shoulder.

“Emmanuel,” she said softly, “she needs both of us now. Let’s not fight anymore.”

I nodded. “You’re right. I won’t let my mistakes destroy another life.”

We spent the night at the hospital, taking turns staying by Anita’s side. At midnight, while Clara slept on a bench, I whispered prayers, promising God that if Anita survived, I would dedicate the rest of my life to helping abandoned children like her.

The next morning, a nurse came in to check her vitals. She smiled faintly. “Her heartbeat is stronger today. That’s a good sign.”

I smiled weakly, my heart lifting a little. “Thank God.”

By evening, Clara’s cousin Esther arrived. She looked shocked when she saw Anita in that state.

“Ah, Emmanuel,” she said quietly. “I didn’t mean for things to get this bad. If I hadn’t told Clara about that DNA paper, maybe this wouldn’t have happened.”

I looked at her wearily. “It’s not your fault, Esther. It was bound to come out one way or another. God knows why it happened this way.”

As night fell, the doctor came again and said Anita would be moved to the intensive care unit. “Her body is fighting,” he said. “If she makes it through the next 24 hours, she’ll recover fully.”

I couldn’t leave her side. Every small sound from the monitor made my heart jump. At some point, I must have fallen asleep beside her bed. When I woke up around 3 a.m., I noticed her fingers twitching slightly.

I leaned closer, whispering, “Anita? Can you hear me?”

Her lips moved weakly. I called the nurse immediately. Within minutes, doctors rushed in, checking her pulse and eyes.

“She’s waking up,” the nurse said.

My heart raced. I held her hand tighter. “Anita, it’s me. It’s your father.”

Her eyelids fluttered, and slowly she opened her eyes. Tears welled in them as she looked at me.

“Father?” she whispered faintly.

“Yes, my daughter. I’m here. You’re safe now.”

She began to cry softly, her voice weak. “I thought… I would never see you again.”

I wiped her tears gently. “You’ll see me every day now, I promise. I won’t leave you again.”

Clara rushed in at that moment, her eyes wide with relief. She grabbed Anita’s other hand. “Thank God you’re awake! You scared all of us.”

Anita turned her head slowly toward her. “Ma, I’m sorry for everything. I didn’t mean to break your home.”

Clara shook her head, her tears falling. “No, my dear. I was the one who judged you too quickly. Please forgive me.”

The three of us held hands in silence, crying together as if heaven itself had finally allowed our hearts to breathe again.

For the first time, I saw a glimpse of healing—something I thought I’d lost forever.

Over the next few weeks, Anita’s condition improved. She started sitting up, eating, and smiling again. The nurses adored her because of her humility.

One afternoon, as I sat beside her bed reading the newspaper, she said something that froze me.

“Dad,” she said quietly, “when I was unconscious, I saw Mum.”

I looked up. “Your mother?”

She nodded slowly. “Yes. She told me to forgive you completely and to move on. She said your pain has lasted long enough.”

I felt chills all over my body. Tears rolled down my face. “Then she’s right. I’ll spend the rest of my life making up for the years I lost.”

Clara, who had just entered the room, smiled softly. “Maybe this was God’s way of bringing healing to all of us.”

Everything seemed to be getting better, but deep inside me, I had one more fear—who was responsible for the accident? Was it really a random hit-and-run, or something darker?

Because a few days later, I received another mysterious phone call.

A deep voice said, “If you want your daughter to stay alive, stop asking questions about how she was hit.”

Then the line went dead.

I stood frozen, my phone shaking in my hand.
Someone didn’t want me to know the truth.
1. Who was behind the mysterious hit-and-run that almost took Anita’s life?
2. Why is someone threatening Emmanuel to stay silent?
3. Will the family’s new peace survive when the dark truth finally surfaces?
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01/06/2026

Moments someone's daughter loves you more than anything and anyone, she will go many length to do anything to help your life 🥰.

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01/06/2026

Episode 4: The Letter from the Past
Three months passed after Anita left my house. Three long months of silence, guilt, and endless questions that never left my mind. Each morning, I woke up hoping to hear a knock on the door, hoping it would be her standing there, smiling shyly like before. But it never happened.

Clara had moved back in with the children, though things between us remained cold and distant. We spoke only when necessary, mostly about bills or the children’s school. Every time she looked at me, I could feel the unspoken resentment in her eyes.

One Sunday afternoon, after church, I decided to visit the area where Anita once lived before coming to our house. I went to the woman who had introduced her to Clara. Her name was Madam Grace, a middle-aged woman who ran a small food business and occasionally found house helps for families.

“Ah, Mr. Emmanuel,” she said when she saw me. “Long time o! How is your wife?”

“She’s fine, ma,” I said, forcing a weak smile. “I came to ask about that girl you brought to us—Anita.”

Madam Grace frowned and sighed. “Hmm, I haven’t seen that girl since she left your house. Someone told me she traveled out of town, but nobody knows where exactly. Is everything okay?”

I shook my head. “Not really. She’s my daughter.”

Her eyes widened in shock. “Your daughter? Ah! Mr. Emmanuel, this world is full of mystery o! You mean that maid was your blood?”

I nodded sadly. “Yes. But she found out in a painful way. She left, and I can’t find her.”

Madam Grace touched her chest. “Chai! What a pity. That girl suffered o. She once told me she grew up in an orphanage after her mother died. She said all she ever wanted was a father’s love.”

Those words pierced my heart like a sword. I left her place feeling like a man walking through a storm with no umbrella.

That night, when I returned home, I met Clara sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. She didn’t even look up when I entered. I sat opposite her quietly. After a few minutes, I said, “Clara, can we talk?”

She folded the paper and looked at me coldly. “About what?”

“About Anita. About everything that happened.”

She rolled her eyes. “There’s nothing left to talk about. You made your mistake, and now we’re living with it. Let the past stay where it belongs.”

I sighed deeply. “But the past doesn’t sleep, Clara. It keeps haunting me.”

She stood up, clearly tired of the conversation. “Then pray for peace, Emmanuel. That’s all I can tell you.”

She walked upstairs, leaving me alone again.

A few days later, something strange happened. While sorting my office mail at work, I found a small brown envelope without a return address. It was handwritten, and the writing looked familiar. My hands shook as I opened it.

Inside was a letter. The first line made my heart race.

“Dear Father,

If you are reading this, it means I finally found the courage to reach out. I didn’t want to disappear from your life forever, but I needed time to understand everything. The truth you revealed broke me, but deep down, I know you didn’t mean to hurt me.

All my life, I hated you for leaving my mother. But now I realize hate doesn’t heal pain—it only deepens it. I want to believe you regret it, and I want to believe you still think of me. I’ve decided to forgive you.

I’m working now in another city as a cleaner in a small hospital. Life is not easy, but I’m managing. I just wanted you to know I’m alive, and I still remember your words that day—you said you loved me.

Please take care of yourself and tell your wife I don’t hold anything against her. Maybe one day, if life allows, we’ll meet again—not as a maid and her master, but as father and daughter.

Your daughter,
Anita.”

Tears filled my eyes as I read the letter again and again. It was as if a heavy stone had been lifted from my heart. She was alive, she had forgiven me. That was enough hope to keep me breathing.

That evening, I showed the letter to Clara. She read it silently, then folded it neatly and placed it on the table.

“She forgave you,” she said softly.

“Yes,” I whispered, wiping my eyes. “And she also forgave you.”

For the first time in months, I saw a slight softness in Clara’s eyes. She sighed and said, “Emmanuel, I was angry, but I was never happy pushing her away. I just didn’t know how to handle it.”

I nodded. “Maybe we can still make things right. Maybe we can find her and help her start again.”

Clara gave a weak smile. “If she wants to be found, she’ll come back to us. Just be patient.”

Weeks passed, and though Anita didn’t write again, I started sending anonymous financial support to the hospital where she said she worked, hoping it would ease her burden.

But just when I thought peace had returned, a dark twist arrived.

One night, I received a strange phone call from an unknown number. A male voice said coldly, “Are you Anita’s father?”

I hesitated before answering, “Yes, I am. Who are you?”

The voice sighed. “I’m calling from City General Hospital. Your daughter has been admitted here in critical condition after a hit-and-run accident.”

My phone almost dropped from my hand. “What?! Is she alive?”

The man replied, “She’s alive… but barely. You need to come quickly.”

The line went dead.

My legs went numb. I shouted for Clara, “Clara! Anita is in the hospital! She’s been in an accident!”

Clara’s face turned pale. “Oh my God. Let’s go—now!”

I grabbed my car keys, and we rushed into the night, speeding toward the city. The road lights blurred as I drove like a madman, tears falling uncontrollably.

Every second felt like a knife cutting through my soul. I prayed under my breath, “God, please don’t take her now. Not when I just got her back.”
1. Will Anita survive the terrible accident?
2. What secrets will unfold when Emmanuel finally sees her in the hospital?
3. Can this tragedy bring the broken family back together—or destroy them completely?
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01/05/2026

Episode 3: The Morning Everything Fell Apart.
The following morning started like every other day, but there was a strange tension in the air. I woke up unusually early, determined to finally tell Anita the truth before anything else happened. I had rehearsed my words through the night, thinking of the best way to explain everything.

I walked downstairs quietly, holding the DNA test result in my hand. The house was still silent; even the birds outside hadn’t started singing. I found Anita sweeping the living room, her face calm and unaware of the storm about to come.

“Good morning, sir,” she greeted softly.

“Morning, Anita,” I said, my heart pounding hard. “Please, sit down. I need to talk to you about something important.”

She looked confused but obeyed. “Did I do something wrong, sir?”

I shook my head slowly. “No, you didn’t. It’s about your life… and your family.”

Before I could continue, the sound of footsteps interrupted us. Clara walked in, still in her nightgown, her eyes red with anger. In her hand was the same brown envelope that contained the DNA result.

I froze.

“Emmanuel,” she shouted, her voice trembling, “what is this?!”

The paper in her hand said it all. Esther must have found the document in my study and handed it to her.

My legs went weak. “Clara, please, let me explain—”

“Explain what?” she cut in sharply. “That our maid is your daughter? That you’ve been hiding this from me while living under the same roof with both of us?”

Anita stood up, shocked. “What? Sir, what is she saying?”

Clara turned to her, tears falling down her cheeks. “He is your father, Anita! The man you’ve been working for—your boss—is your biological father!”

Anita’s broom fell to the ground. Her mouth opened, but no words came out.

I stepped forward. “Anita, it’s true. I didn’t know at first. I found out recently and I wanted to tell you, but—”

She staggered back, shaking her head in disbelief. “You? My father? No… it can’t be true. My mother said you abandoned her. You left her to suffer!”

I tried to reach out to her, but she screamed, “Don’t touch me!”

Clara’s sobs grew louder. “So this is the man I married. A man who fathered a child and pretended she didn’t exist. You brought her into my home as a maid! What kind of wickedness is this?”

The house was filled with chaos. My two children woke up and stood at the stairs, confused by the shouting.

“Daddy, what’s happening?” Grace asked softly.

Clara turned to them and shouted, “Go to your room!”

They ran off in fear.

Anita fell to her knees, crying uncontrollably. “You ruined my life,” she said. “Do you know how hard it was growing up without knowing my father? My mother died crying your name!”

Her words pierced through me like a knife. I dropped to my knees too. “I know, my daughter. I was foolish. I was scared. I didn’t have money then. I thought running away would solve it, but it destroyed everything. Please forgive me.”

Clara glared at me. “Forgive you? How dare you ask for forgiveness when you’ve made this house a shame? What will people say when they find out our maid is your daughter?”

“Clara, please,” I begged, “don’t shout in front of her.”

She turned her anger toward Anita. “Pack your things and get out of this house right now!”

Anita gasped. “Ma, please, I didn’t know he was my father.”

“I don’t care!” Clara screamed. “You’re bad luck. Since you came here, nothing has been the same. Leave my house!”

I stood up quickly. “Clara, no! You can’t throw her out like that. She’s innocent!”

“She’s not staying here, Emmanuel! If she stays, I’m leaving!”

The argument grew louder. Anita ran to her room crying, while I tried to calm Clara down, but she was uncontrollable.

By afternoon, Anita came out with her small bag, tears all over her face. She walked to me slowly.

“Sir,” she said, her voice breaking, “I’ll leave. I don’t want to destroy your home. I’ve lived with rejection all my life. I can handle it again.”

“No, Anita,” I pleaded. “You’re my daughter. You’re not leaving this house.”

She shook her head. “You’ve already lost me once. Losing me again won’t make a difference.”

Before I could say another word, she turned and walked out through the gate. I ran after her, but she was already halfway down the street. I called her name, but she didn’t turn back.

That evening, I sat outside the house, staring at the empty road, praying she would return. Clara packed a few clothes and went to her mother’s place with the children. My once peaceful home became silent and broken.

Days passed, but Anita didn’t come back. I searched everywhere, even contacted the friend who helped Clara find her, but no one knew her whereabouts. It was as if she vanished into thin air.

One night, about two weeks later, I received a strange message on my phone. It read:

“Don’t look for me, Father. I forgive you, but I can’t stay near you. I need to heal.”

Tears poured down my face as I read those words. I wanted to tell her how sorry I was, how much I loved her, but she had blocked my number afterward.

Clara eventually returned home, but things between us were never the same. She couldn’t trust me anymore. Sometimes she would look at me in silence, her eyes filled with disappointment and pity.

One night, she said quietly, “Emmanuel, you’ve turned our house into a story people will whisper about forever.”

And she was right. The shame, the guilt, and the pain became my shadow.

But deep inside me, there was something else too—a small, burning hope that one day, Anita would forgive me enough to call me father again.
1. Where did Anita run to after leaving the house?
2. Will Emmanuel ever find her again?
3. Will Clara forgive her husband, or will their marriage collapse completely?
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01/04/2026

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01/04/2026

Episode 2: The Secret DNA Test
For days, my mind was in chaos. I went about my daily life pretending everything was fine, but inside, my soul was restless. Each time I saw Anita, my heart broke a little more. The resemblance between her and Kemi was now impossible to ignore. Her smile, her dimples, even the way she frowned when she was deep in thought—everything screamed Kemi.

One Saturday morning, Clara said she wanted to take the kids to her mother’s house for the weekend. I saw it as a perfect opportunity. As soon as she left, I called a private doctor who handled discreet paternity tests. I told him I needed a DNA test done quickly but secretly.

When Anita came downstairs to serve me breakfast, I tried to act calm. “Anita,” I said gently, “I’ll need you to help me run an errand later today. My friend, a doctor, just wants to run a quick medical check on everyone working for me.”

She looked surprised. “Medical check, sir? Why me?”

I smiled faintly. “It’s just a normal procedure. Don’t worry, it won’t take long.”

Later that afternoon, I drove her to the small clinic in a quiet part of town. The doctor collected her saliva sample and told her it was for general health screening. After that, I secretly handed him my own sample, whispering, “It’s a DNA match test. Please keep this between us.”

He nodded with understanding. “You’ll have your result in three days.”

As I drove home with Anita sitting quietly beside me, guilt consumed me. I was testing my own daughter without her knowledge. But what choice did I have?

That night, I couldn’t eat. My wife noticed my silence.

“Emmanuel,” she said, staring at me across the dining table, “you’ve been acting strange lately. What’s going on?”

I forced a smile. “Nothing, dear. Just work stress.”

She wasn’t convinced. “Is it about the maid?” she asked suddenly.

My heart skipped. “What about her?”

“She seems to make you uneasy. You barely look at her, yet you defend her all the time. Is there something I should know?”

I almost choked on my food. “Clara, please. Don’t start imagining things. She’s just a maid.”

Clara sighed, clearly not satisfied. “Fine. But if I ever find out there’s a secret between you and that girl, I’ll send her away immediately.”

Her words felt like a warning from fate. I excused myself and went upstairs, leaving Clara staring suspiciously at the untouched food.

Three days later, I received a call from the doctor. He asked me to come alone. My hands trembled as I drove there. When I entered his office, he handed me a brown envelope and looked at me with quiet sympathy.

“Mr. Emmanuel,” he said, “the result confirms it. Anita is your biological daughter.”

I froze. My vision blurred. The room began to spin.

I sat there in silence, staring at the paper. Every line of guilt, regret, and shame I had buried for more than two decades came crashing back.

“She’s… she’s my daughter,” I whispered.

“Yes,” the doctor replied gently. “But please, handle this matter carefully. Family truths like this can destroy lives if not managed wisely.”

I nodded weakly and left.

When I got home, Anita was mopping the floor. She looked up and smiled. “Welcome, sir. How was your day?”

Her innocent face broke my heart even more. I wanted to hug her, to tell her who I was, but fear held me back. What if she hated me? What if Clara found out before I told her myself?

That night, I stayed up staring at the DNA report. My tears dropped on the paper. I whispered, “God, how do I fix this? How do I tell her?”

The next morning, I called in sick to work. I couldn’t focus. I told Clara I needed rest, but my mind was far from peaceful.

Later that day, as Anita was doing laundry in the backyard, I went out to her quietly.

“Anita,” I began softly, “do you ever wish you could meet your father someday?”

She looked up with sadness in her eyes. “Every day, sir. Sometimes I even dream about it. I just wish he hadn’t abandoned my mother. Maybe my life would have been different.”

Tears filled my eyes instantly. “What if you found him? What would you say?”

She sighed. “I don’t know. Maybe I would ask him why. Why he left us. Why he never came back.”

I couldn’t speak. My voice failed me. I simply walked away before I broke down completely.

That night, Clara told me that her cousin, Esther, would be visiting us the next day. I said okay, but I wasn’t paying much attention. My mind was still on Anita.

When Esther came, she greeted everyone warmly, but after a few hours, she called Clara aside. I overheard her whispering, “Be careful with that maid. There’s something strange about her. I think I’ve seen her somewhere before.”

Clara frowned. “Where?”

Esther shook her head. “I’m not sure yet, but I’ll find out.”

My stomach tightened. If Esther discovered Anita’s background, the truth might explode before I was ready.

The next morning, I caught Esther secretly searching through Anita’s bag while Anita was in the kitchen. I shouted, “Esther! What are you doing?”

She jumped and turned around nervously. “Ah, brother Emmanuel, I was just checking something. This girl is suspicious.”

I frowned. “That’s very wrong. Leave her things alone.”

But deep down, I knew Esther wouldn’t stop digging.

That night, Anita came to my door crying. “Sir, I don’t know what I did wrong, but your wife’s cousin keeps treating me like a thief. I can’t take it anymore.”

I looked into her eyes, my heart torn apart.

“Anita,” I said quietly, “please don’t cry. You didn’t do anything wrong. Just be patient, okay?”

She nodded and walked away, wiping her tears.

I stood there in darkness, holding the DNA paper in my hand. The truth was already becoming too heavy to hide.

And as I turned off the light, I whispered, “Tomorrow… I will tell her everything.”

But tomorrow had other plans.

Because by morning, something terrible happened.
1. What terrible thing will happen the next morning?
2. Will Esther or Clara find out about the DNA result first?
3. How will Anita react when she finally learns the truth about who her father is?
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01/03/2026

The Maid My Wife Employed Is My Lost Daughter
Episode 1: The Day the Maid Arrived in My House
My name is Mr. Emmanuel Olayemi, a businessman in his late forties. I have a beautiful wife, Clara, and two children—David and Grace. From the outside, we looked like a perfect family, living in a big house, driving nice cars, and attending church every Sunday. But behind our smiles, something was missing. My wife and I hardly talked anymore. Our love had turned cold.

It all began the day Clara said we needed a maid. She claimed she was too busy managing her boutique and couldn’t handle all the house chores anymore. I didn’t argue. I just told her to go ahead and find someone decent and responsible.

Three days later, Clara came home with a young lady. She was slim, about twenty-one years old, with quiet eyes that carried pain and wisdom far beyond her age. Clara introduced her as Anita, a girl she found through a friend’s recommendation.

“Good evening, sir,” she greeted me softly, bowing slightly.

Her voice made me freeze for a moment. It sounded strangely familiar, like a voice I had heard long ago—one I couldn’t quite place.

I nodded, trying to shake off the odd feeling. “Welcome, Anita. Feel at home and work well. My wife will tell you everything you need to do.”

She smiled faintly, her lips trembling, and thanked me. That night, as I lay on my bed, I kept thinking about her face. There was something about her eyes that felt too familiar. But I brushed it off, convincing myself it was just coincidence.

The next morning, Anita woke up early to prepare breakfast. I came downstairs and saw her arranging plates. Her neatness impressed me. My wife was still upstairs dressing the children for school, so Anita served me tea and bread.

As I sipped, I looked at her closely. She looked like someone I once knew—a girl named Kemi.

Years ago, before I met Clara, I had a girlfriend called Kemi. She was my first true love. We dated for two years, and she got pregnant. I was a struggling man then, living in a small room in Ibadan, with no stable job. When Kemi told me she was pregnant, I panicked. I wasn’t ready.

She cried and begged me to take responsibility, but I ran away from her. I left town and started afresh in Lagos. Months later, I heard she gave birth to a baby girl and disappeared. Nobody knew where she went. I tried searching years later when I had become successful, but it was too late. Kemi had died during childbirth, and her baby was nowhere to be found.

Since then, that guilt had lived inside me like a wound that never healed.

Now, looking at Anita, something in me stirred. Could it be possible? Could this girl be related to Kemi?

One evening, Clara was out for a business meeting, and I came home early. I saw Anita sitting alone in the kitchen, crying quietly. I asked what was wrong. She tried to hide her tears, but I insisted she speak.

She finally said, “Sir, I just miss my mother. She died when I was very young. I don’t even know who my father is.”

My heart skipped. I asked her softly, “What was your mother’s name?”

“Kemi,” she replied, her eyes red with tears. “Everyone told me my father abandoned her before I was born. I don’t even know what he looks like.”

I froze completely. My hand shook. I couldn’t believe it. The name hit me like thunder.

“Kemi…?” I whispered.

“Yes, sir,” she said, wiping her tears. “Do you know her?”

I stood there, unable to speak. My heart pounded in my chest.

That night, I couldn’t sleep. My mind kept replaying everything. Could Anita really be my daughter? But how would I confirm it without causing a scandal? If Clara found out that the maid in our house was my lost daughter, things could turn messy. She might think I brought her there intentionally.

The next day, I quietly took one of Anita’s used toothbrushes and kept it secretly in my drawer. I planned to run a DNA test.

Days passed. I noticed Anita’s gentle behavior and hard work. She cared for everyone with humility, and my children loved her. But each time I looked at her, guilt stabbed my heart deeper.

One evening, Clara came to me and said, “Honey, I think that maid is too quiet. She looks secretive. I don’t fully trust her.”

I laughed nervously. “Why do you say that? She’s doing her job well.”

Clara shrugged. “I just don’t like how she avoids eye contact with you. It’s like she knows you from somewhere.”

That statement made my heart skip again. Did Anita suspect who I was?

Later that night, I called Anita aside and asked her gently, “Do you remember where you were born?”

She said, “I don’t know, sir. All I know is that my mother told me before she died that my father’s name started with ‘E’ and that he used to call her ‘My Sunshine’. That’s all I remember.”

I felt tears building in my eyes. That was exactly what I used to call Kemi—“My Sunshine.”

My head began to spin. It was no longer just a guess. It was real. Anita was my daughter.

But how would I tell her? How would I tell Clara that the maid she employed was my lost child from another woman?

That night, I sat alone in the living room, holding Anita’s toothbrush in my hand. My life had just changed forever.
What if my wife found out before I told her the truth?
What if Anita discovered who I really was before I explained everything?

My world was about to explode.
1. Will Emmanuel tell his wife the truth about Anita before it’s too late?
2. How will Clara react when she discovers the maid’s true identity?
3. What secret is Anita still hiding from them?
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