They Stole My Daughter To Raise His Bastard

Synopsis

After our daughter Cynthia Foster was taken, my husband suggested we adopt a girl. That was how Sarah Foster came to us. The day we finally brought Cynthia home, I saw something impossible. Comments appeared before my eyes, floating in the air like text on a screen. [Classic switched daughter trope. I know exactly how this plays out. The parents and the boy will fawn all over the adopted one while the real daughter gets pushed aside, tormented until she breaks. And only after she's gone will they realize what they've done.] [I hate this kind of story. Cruel to the bone.] [Poor Cynthia. She thinks coming back to her birth family means she's finally safe. She has no idea she's walking into another nightmare.] I told myself it was absurd. But then my son Robert pointed at Cynthia and said, "Sarah is my sister. Not her. I hate you." My husband held Sarah close and offered a half-hearted scolding. "Robert, Cynthia is your sister, too. You can't speak to her that way." Robert only yelled louder. "I hate her!" Cynthia looked from Robert to me, her eyes slowly filling with tears.