Little Girl Records what Her Stepfather Does with Her Every Night, Then Shows Her Mother

A 7-year-old girl records her stepfather visiting her in her bedroom every night. When she shows it to her mother, the woman cries in despair.

It was a cold Thursday in June, and Mariana was returning home after another exhausting day at work. She worked as a cardiac surgeon in one of Tokyo’s largest hospitals, and her shifts often stretched into the early hours of the morning, pushing her to the edge of exhaustion.

As she crossed the threshold of the traditional Japanese-style house, she was immediately welcomed by the comforting and nostalgic smell of feijoada, the Brazilian dish she loved but rarely managed to prepare due to her heavy routine.

Sitting at the tatami-style dining table was her daughter Anna, just 7 years old. Next to her was Hiroshi, her husband and the little girl’s stepfather. Hiroshi looked proud and excited.

“Mummy!” the little girl exclaimed, running to meet Mariana. She wrapped her arms around her and then began to chatter, “Guess what we have for dinner tonight?”

Mariana laughed, stroking her daughter’s blonde hair. “Feijoada?” she asked, smelling the aroma in the air.

“That’s right, Mom! Dad and I prepared it. Come, come and try it!” Anna pulled her over to the table where Hiroshi was waiting with a steaming bowl of the traditional Brazilian dish.

The taste of the food invaded the doctor’s palate, reviving memories of her childhood in Brazil, the time when her grandmother spent all day cooking that same feijoada. “Wow, it’s really good! You’ve really done it, haven’t you?” she said, favoring it with obvious joy on her face. “And thank you, my princess, for helping Daddy.”

Hiroshi, a man of few words, just smiled and nodded. He was visibly pleased with his wife’s reaction.

Dinner continued with laughter and stories. The little girl, always chatty, told about her adventures at school and adapting to the Japanese language and culture, while the man listened attentively, always encouraging his stepdaughter with nods and smiles.

For a few moments, Mariana could forget the exhaustion of the day, immersing herself in the simple joy of that family scene. She laughed with her daughter, chatted with her husband about the day’s chores, and breathed peacefully at having such a beautiful family.

After dinner, everyone helped clear the table while Hiroshi put his stepdaughter to bed. The little girl yawned, fighting sleep, but she couldn’t resist her stepfather’s affection and was soon fast asleep in her room decorated with the characters from her favorite anime.

Finally, when everything was clean and tidy, the couple walked towards the bedroom. The tired woman let herself fall onto the bed, feeling the soft fabric of the futon against her exhausted body. Her husband joined her shortly afterwards, lying down next to her and wrapping his arm around her.

The last thing she saw before closing her eyes was Hiroshi’s serene face, watching her with a tender expression, and then the darkness of sleep engulfed her, offering her a brief relief from the exhaustion of the day.

But what the poor woman didn’t know was that just a few hours after falling into a deep sleep, something always happened, something that would leave her completely shocked and unresponsive.

Hiroshi visited the little girl’s room every night ever since Mariana married him, a Japanese man. A strange routine had been established in her home. Every night, after she went to bed exhausted from her work as a cardiologist at the local hospital, Hiroshi would leave their room and go to his daughter’s room.

Anna was a smart and curious little girl. She was the result of Mariana’s former failed relationship with an irresponsible man who simply disappeared, leaving her pregnant and alone. At the time, the woman was just a young dreamer in her final year of medical school. That news shocked her, but it gave her strength she didn’t even know she had. She fought, resisted, and persisted. She gave birth to her little girl and finished college with grace, holding her baby in her arms.

A few years later, Mariana specialized in cardiovascular surgery. It was an exhausting and challenging profession, but she loved every minute of it, and it was precisely her career that took her to the other side of the world: Japan. She was accepted to work in one of Tokyo’s most renowned hospitals. Her heart was divided. On the one hand, the joy of such an incredible opportunity; on the other, the fear of the unknown, of taking her daughter to a place so far away and so different.

However, Japan turned out to be more welcoming than she could have imagined. In less than a year, she met Hiroshi, a renowned architect who designed buildings for the city. By coincidence, he took his mother to an appointment with her. Hiroshi was kind, attentive, and charmingly funny. The two haven’t been apart since then. He also cared for Anna as if she were his own daughter.

Mariana vividly remembered the day he called her “my little sunflower.” Her heart was filled with love for that man who not only accepted her but also accepted her little girl. They got married and had been living as a family for a year, the three of them: Mariana, Anna, and Hiroshi.

But something was happening over the last few months. The man started acting strangely. Whenever his wife fell asleep, he would silently get up from his bed and go to the little girl’s room. The first time it happened, Mariana didn’t notice. The second, third, and all the other times, she didn’t notice either. She was always so exhausted that she could barely keep her eyes open.

So, Hiroshi got up once again, silently, and walked to his stepdaughter’s room. The little girl’s eyes, wide open, stared at the door. The man entered her room with a gentle smile on his face.

“Good night, my little sunflower,” he whispered in Japanese before closing the door behind him.

It happened again and again until one fateful night, at around 1:00 a.m. As usual, Mariana, overcome by a severe migraine, gave in to tiredness and fell sound asleep. Little Anna, however, was awake, with a determined look in her blue eyes, knowing that her stepfather would arrive at any moment.

The little girl placed her cell phone on the edge of her desk, activated the camera, and left it recording. The house was silent, the only sounds were the occasional hum of the air conditioning and the ticking of the clock. The little girl could feel her heart pounding in her chest with anxiety and anticipation.

The sound of approaching footsteps broke the silence of the night. The bedroom door opened slowly, and Hiroshi entered, that imposing figure in the soft light of the hallway. He looked around before closing the door, scared of being caught and discovered.

Anna’s heart was pounding when he sat down next to her on the bed and opened the box. She thought that everything had to be perfect, that the camera had to record everything. Nothing could be missing. The man looked at the little girl and said, “Shall we begin?” and the camera recorded everything.

He stayed in the room for about 3 hours. Finally, when it was over, Hiroshi got up, put the box back in the closet, and, before leaving, he turned to the little girl and said, “And remember, don’t say anything to your mother, okay?” It came out in a light, almost cheerful tone of voice, as if everything was under control. Then he lay down next to his wife and slept.

However, the architect had no idea what Mariana’s reaction would be when she found out the truth.

The next day was exhausting for the poor doctor. Nothing out of the ordinary, except that it was her birthday. The shift at the hospital lasted longer than expected, and the challenges presented by the patients were especially complex that day. She had already called her family, saying that she would be late for her birthday, so they would have to reschedule the celebration.

When she finally finished her day’s work, she felt as if every muscle in her body was screaming in exhaustion. The poor woman, but it was necessary for raising her daughter. Everything she was doing, everything she was putting herself through, was for Anna, for her future.

Her eyes were red and tired from the stress of the hospital, but the presence of her little one when she got home would always bring happiness to her heart. Only when she arrived, Anna didn’t come to meet her. She wasn’t there, waiting at the door as usual.

“Anna!” she shouted, taking off her shoes to enter the house. “Anna, honey, where are you?”

Just when she was getting worried, there came the little girl, with a radiant smile that shone brighter than the stars. They hugged, and the little girl asked, “Hi, Mom. How is your day? It’s your special day.”

“Just the usual, my love. It’s a shame we couldn’t celebrate Mom’s birthday today with the picnic we planned for so long, but we’ll do it later, okay?”

The little girl nodded. “Yes. But there was something I needed to show the woman.”

“Mommy, I have something to show you. Look!”

Anna guided Mariana into the living room. The house had a minimalist Japanese style, but the doctor had brought a bit of Brazil with her, giving the decor a personal touch. There was a TV stand and a sofa where she sat while the little girl connected her cell phone to the TV.

“Mom, you need to see this,” said Anna, with a half-serious tone despite the smile on her face. She was thinking a little nervously about how the woman was going to react.

Mariana felt a knot forming in her stomach, a strange feeling of apprehension. The girl’s smile seemed out of place in the increasingly tense atmosphere. Mariana felt the weight of her legs and the stiffness of her shoulders. She looked at Anna, who was now holding the TV remote control. The girl looked anxious, but there was a determination in her eyes that the woman had never seen before.

“Mom, I recorded this. I want you to see it,” said Anna, her little voice sounding unusually serious at that moment.

Mariana noticed the almost adult look on her daughter’s face. She nodded, giving the little one permission to play the video. The TV screen came on, and the doctor saw her daughter’s bedroom. Immediately, the sight of Hiroshi entering the room sent a shiver down her spine.

The serious expression on her husband’s face, the way he looked around as if he feared being discovered by her, all this made Mariana’s heart beat faster. “What is it, honey?” she asked, half out of breath.

“Calm down, Mom. You’ll see,” Mariana felt uncomfortable and couldn’t look away from the screen. She needed to know what was going on, why her husband was going into Anna’s room in the middle of the night. Her maternal side felt an irrational fear creep in, even though she didn’t know exactly what was going on on the TV screen.

Hiroshi seemed to hesitate for a moment before sitting down on the edge of the little girl’s bed. The girl looked at him, nervousness apparent in her small eyes. Her mother’s heart was racing, the beats echoing in her ears. She squeezed her daughter’s hand, looking for some comfort in the midst of the growing tension.

The stepfather then took that box from the little girl’s wardrobe and opened it. That’s when he took out a piece of paper. Her mother didn’t understand at all. This was not what she was expecting. But what was going on there? He looked at his stepdaughter, his expression softening, and asked, “Shall we begin?” and the girl nodded, excited. The words in Japanese sounded soft, but they carried some hidden meaning that Mariana couldn’t decipher.

Then, to the surprise of the distraught mother, Hiroshi began to read the paper, but with one detail in Portuguese. “Hi, Mariana, love,” he began, his pronunciation a little slurred but his effort clearly visible. Anna laughed beside him, correcting his pronunciation and encouraging him to continue.

“It’s my love, Daddy,” he said. “Ah, yes, hi, Mariana, my love.” Hiroshi seemed to be enjoying himself, laughing at himself and thanking the girl for her help. “I have so much, much to tell you, but sometimes I can’t put it into words how great my love is for you.” The words came out hesitant and slurred, but they were undoubtedly in Portuguese.

The woman felt a strange sensation forming in her chest. She recognized the lyrics. It was one of her favorites by the Brazilian singer Roberto Carlos, the song she used to sing to her daughter when they still lived in Brazil.

The little girl joined her stepfather, her voice in tune, together they sang the love song to the doctor, who was sitting in shock, staring at the TV screen. Anna looked at Hiroshi adoringly, laughter filling the room as they tried to get the pronunciation of the words right.

The man then looked at the camera and said, “Happy anniversary, my love. I love you and Anna more than I can express. I’m learning to speak Portuguese so I can tell you this the way you deserve.” At that moment, tears streamed down the woman’s face, emotion overwhelming her. She covered her mouth with her hand, trying to stifle the sobs that escaped. She barely noticed her husband entering the room, holding a cake with candles.

He repeated the words in Portuguese he had rehearsed in the video. “Happy Birthday, love.” That young mother’s heart seemed about to explode with so much love and gratitude. She had never expected anything like this, never expected her beloved to make such an effort to learn her language, just to be able to express his love in a way that she would understand completely.

She looked at Hiroshi, then at her little girl, feeling an overwhelming love for them both. “Oh, my loves,” she continued, her words muffled by the fabric of Hiroshi’s shirt. “I love you too, I love you very, very much.”

The little girl laughed happily while the man seemed moved, his eyes shining with love and affection. He wrapped his arms around his wife and daughter, squeezing them against him. “We love you too,” he replied, his voice so emotional. The small Japanese home was full of laughter and joy, the candles on the cake casting a warm glow over their faces.

The doctor looked at her husband, and her eyes met his, the man she loved, the man who had accepted her daughter as his own, the man who had gone out of his way to learn her language just to be able to express his love in a way that she would understand completely. She kissed him, completely happy.

Beside them, the little girl smiled with satisfaction. She had played a crucial role in the whole scheme of things, ensuring that the surprise was perfect. It turned out that she and her stepfather had been meeting so that she could teach him words in Portuguese. They wanted to surprise the woman on her birthday. The only time they were both home was at night, and since it couldn’t be at a time when she was awake, he went to the little girl’s room to learn the language after Mariana was asleep.

Anna felt proud, happy to have made her mother so happy. So that night, the family celebrated. They shared laughter and joy, celebrating the love they shared. In the midst of the celebration, Mariana felt a peace and happiness she had never felt before. She was home, surrounded by the love of her daughter and husband. She couldn’t ask for anything more.

At the end of the day, after all the excitement and surprises, the three of them went to sleep snuggled together. The love they shared was warm and comforting, filling the silence of the night with the soft beats of three hearts united.

And then, in the heart of Japan, a little piece of Brazil shone with love and unity, bringing a smile to the faces of a mother, a daughter, and a stepfather.

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