My six-year-old daughter and I were changing the diaper of my sister’s newborn baby when my daughter pointed at her little cousin and said, “Mom, what’s that?”

My six-year-old daughter and I were changing the diaper of my sister’s newborn baby when my daughter pointed at her little cousin and said, “Mom, what’s that?” 😱😨

That morning, my sister had called me early. She had just become a mother, was exhausted, sleep-deprived, and asked me for a favor — to watch the baby for a couple of hours so she could get some rest.

Of course, I agreed. My daughter and I adored that little one.

My six-year-old was over the moon — she rocked her cousin gently, stroked her tiny head, and sang lullabies.

Everything was calm and peaceful: a quiet day, soft laughter, the scent of milk and clean diapers.

But after a few hours, the baby woke up and began to cry loudly. I realized it was time to change her diaper.

My daughter eagerly offered to help — she always wants to feel “grown up,” especially when there’s a baby around.

I laid a clean cloth on the bed, gently placed the baby on it, and opened the diaper.

At that moment, my daughter frowned, froze, and softly asked, pointing at her cousin:

— Mom… what’s that?

I looked where she was pointing — and felt my blood run cold 😱😲 Continued in the first comment 👇👇

On the baby’s tummy and legs were bluish-purple marks. It looked as if someone had squeezed or hit her.

I froze in shock.

— Sweetheart… did you do this? — I asked in a trembling voice.

— No, Mommy, I just kissed her, — she answered, her voice shaking, almost crying.

A chill ran down my spine. I immediately called my sister. When she answered, I told her what I had found.
She was silent for a long time, then said, in an eerily calm voice:

— It was me…

At first, I didn’t understand.

— What do you mean, you?

— I did it… I just couldn’t take it anymore. She cried all night. I didn’t sleep, I didn’t eat… I didn’t mean to, I just lost control.

I sat in silence, not knowing what to say. My chest tightened with fear and pain. In my mind, I could see her tired, broken smile.

And I understood — my sister wasn’t a monster. She was just burned out, lost, and no one had noticed in time how badly she was struggling.

Since that day, I’ve been visiting her almost every day. I take the baby with me so she can sleep, take a walk, or simply feel human again — not just a constantly anxious, exhausted mother.

Sometimes I think back to that day and realize how close she was to the edge. And how important it is to have someone nearby — someone who offers a shoulder at just the right moment.