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A Boy Silently Endured His Stepmother’s Cruel Words—Until the Maid Spoke Up and Changed Everything

The next morning, Marina brought a wooden box of old board games.

“My son and I used to play these,” she said. “He’s older now, but I kept them.”

“You have a son?” Leo asked.

“Yes,” she smiled. “He lives with his father now.”

They played Snakes and Ladders. Marina didn’t let Leo win—she played fair.

When she slid down a long snake, she threw up her hands. “No way! That’s not fair!”

Leo stared—then burst into laughter. Marina laughed too. The room filled with joy.

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