My biological sister forbade my daughter from going into the pool while the other children were playing and swimming: I decided to find out why she was doing this – and I was horrified by her answer

My sister’s daughter was having a birthday. To celebrate, she decided to throw a pool party and invited the whole family at her own expense.

Of course, I was happy – my daughter loves water and games, and we gladly accepted the invitation. But I had no idea that this day would turn into a real nightmare.

At first, everything went perfectly. The children laughed, ran around, and shouted with joy. Then came the moment when they decided to get into the pool.

All the children jumped into the water happily, squealing with excitement – and my daughter stood aside. I noticed that my sister seemed to be deliberately keeping her away from the water.

“Can I go too?” my daughter asked quietly.

But my sister replied sharply:

“No.”

I saw my daughter’s eyes fill with tears. She stood at the edge, clenching her fists, watching the other children splash and laugh. And she – alone, unwanted.

Inside, I was boiling. I knew I had to protect my child and decided to find out the reason behind my sister’s strange behavior.

I approached her:

“Why can all the children swim, but not my daughter? If it’s about money – I’ll pay for her myself. She’s a child, why act like this?”

My sister looked at me coldly and said:
“I decided so.”

“But why?” I tried to control the trembling in my voice. “Can you at least explain properly?”

She sighed heavily, looked me straight in the eyes, and said something that took my breath away. I froze, not knowing what to say

“Because our parents loved you more than me all your life. You were always the ‘better daughter,’ everything came easily to you, everyone was proud of you. And now the story repeats itself: they love your daughter more than mine. She’s always the center of attention, everyone admires her. And what’s left for me? To stand in the shadows. I won’t allow all the attention on her birthday to go to your child again.”

I stood in complete shock, trying to process her words. In front of me was not just my sister, but a woman who had been harboring resentment for decades and was now taking it out on my little girl.

I went to my daughter, took her hand, and whispered:

“Let’s go, sweetheart. We’re not going to stay here and watch them hurt you.”

She wrapped her arms around my neck and broke down in tears on my shoulder.

That day, I realized one thing: jealousy can destroy not only a party but also a family.