@msjuntold: The first time Miu and Lena saw Lale, she was sitting alone in the corner of an orphanage playroom. She couldn’t have been older than five. The little girl held a worn-out stuffed rabbit with one missing eye. While the other children played and laughed together, she sat quietly, as if she had already accepted that nobody would choose her. Miu’s heart shattered instantly. “Baby…” Miu whispered. Lale looked up. Big eyes. Tiny smile. A smile that disappeared almost immediately, like she wasn’t used to people smiling back at her. Lena crouched in front of her. “What’s your name?” “Lale.” “That’s a beautiful name.” The little girl looked down. “Nobody likes it.” Something dark flashed through Lena’s eyes. Miu knew that look. It was the same look Lena had whenever someone hurt someone she loved. “Then they’re stupid,” Lena said calmly. Lale blinked. “What?” “They’re stupid.” The little girl giggled. And that was it. That was the moment. The moment both women knew they were taking her home. Years later, Lale became the center of their world. Miu spoiled her with affection. Lena spoiled her with literally everything else. Books. Clothes. Toys. Vacations. Anything she wanted. But despite all the love waiting for her at home, school became a nightmare. Because children could be cruel. And sometimes their parents were worse. Lale was eleven when the bullying started. At first it was simple teasing. Then it became daily harassment. “You’re adopted.” “Your real parents abandoned you.” “No wonder nobody wanted you.” “You’re not even a real daughter.” Every word stabbed deeper than the last. Lale would come home pretending to be okay. Pretending she wasn’t crying in the bathroom. Pretending she didn’t hear the whispers. Pretending she didn’t care. But eventually, she broke. One evening, Miu found her sitting on the floor beside her bed. Crying. Completely shattered. “Lale?” The girl immediately wiped her tears. “I’m okay.” “No.” Miu knelt in front of her. “No, sweetheart. You’re not.” Lale tried to smile. Then suddenly burst into tears. “They said my real parents threw me away because nobody loved me.” Miu froze. Her heart physically hurt. “Lale—” “They said I’m lucky because at least rich people felt sorry for me.” The girl’s voice cracked. “They said I’m not your real daughter.” Miu hugged her immediately. So tightly. As if letting go would allow the world to hurt her again. “Listen to me.” Lale continued crying. “Look at me.” Slowly, Lale lifted her head. Miu’s eyes were already filled with tears. “You are my daughter.” “But—” “No.” Miu shook her head. “You are my daughter.” Her voice trembled. “I don’t care whose blood runs through your veins.” “Lale, I chose you.” The little girl cried harder. “I wanted you.” “I fought for you.” “I signed every paper.” “I stayed awake every night worrying if I was good enough to be your mother.” Miu kissed her forehead. “You are my daughter.” “Forever.” Unfortunately, the bullying didn’t stop. It got worse. Because Miu was famous. And people knew it. Every incident became a public issue. Every confrontation risked becoming a headline. So Miu constantly had to remain calm. Had to remain professional. Had to smile. Had to apologize. Even when she wanted to scream. One afternoon, the school called. Again. Lale had been involved in another incident. This time she had finally snapped. A boy told her she was unwanted. So she punched him. Hard. The school immediately demanded a meeting. Miu received the call while Lena was handling an important business meeting overseas. Traffic was horrible. Hours passed. Miu gripped the steering wheel. “They’re going to make her apologize again.” Lena sighed over the phone. “I’m trying to get there.” “We won’t make it.” Silence. Then Lena’s voice became cold. “I’ll call my parents.” Miu immediately understood. “Oh no.” “Oh yes.” At the school administration office, teachers waited impatiently. The boy’s parents looked furious. Lale sat alone. Head lowered. Expecting another lecture. Another apology. Continuation ⬇️ #lena #miu #lenamiu #fyp #wlw

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msjuntold
Ms. J :
Good morning, everyone! Just a quick note: this story has 3 parts. If you can’t find the other parts, please check the folded or hidden comments section, as they may be there. Happy Reading! 📖 🤍
2026-06-25 02:32:27
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mikatimur
saymyname :
Perfect 💓 Thank you for this story 💖
2026-07-12 01:54:40
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liewnur
Nur :
Thank
2026-06-25 02:59:13
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mcgsd88
Margaret :
Nice one, thank you.
2026-06-26 02:11:44
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arkibonival
archival :
conan and lale🥹
2026-06-25 12:31:21
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septiana_755
TurtleRabbit :
adopsi aku jadi anak kalian pliss😭
2026-06-25 05:47:09
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skarleth.pavon
Pavon🐻🦋 :
2026-06-25 03:13:35
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ᵖˡˢmgm🌈♍ :
aww
2026-06-25 03:11:26
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folenvie.folenvie
Folenvie Folenvie :
Jadooooore cette histoire sérieux, l’harcèlement scolaire peut être dangereux si l’enfant ne parle pas 🌷🌷🌷🌷 merci
2026-06-25 12:18:50
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Peligrose🖤 :
2026-06-26 06:31:32
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nellabhawell1526
ᵖˡˢ🦋Kendiis🧸💞 :
author aku tida bisa melihat lanjutannya di kolom komentar🥹🤧
2026-06-25 02:27:20
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soy.yo.83
Lopez :
❤️🔥🥰 Love it!!!
2026-06-27 18:13:24
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msjuntold
Ms. J :
Part 2️⃣: Which somehow made it worse. “Let me explain something.” He looked directly at the boy’s parents. “Lale was not abandoned.” “She was found.” “Chosen.” “Loved.” “Protected.” “And treasured.” Every word landed like a hammer. “You speak as though adoption makes a child less valuable.” He shook his head. “The truth is that child is more loved than most people in this room.” Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. Nobody even breathed loudly. At that moment the door opened again. Miu finally arrived. Followed closely by Lena. Both exhausted. Both furious. The second Lena saw Lale’s red eyes, something inside her snapped. She walked directly toward her daughter. “Come here.” Lale immediately ran into her arms. And started crying again. Lena held her tightly. Then looked at everyone else. The room became very quiet. Because unlike Miu, Lena wasn’t worried about headlines. Wasn’t worried about public image. Wasn’t worried about making people comfortable. “If anyone ever makes my daughter cry again,” Lena said quietly, “you will discover exactly how patient I am not.” The threat wasn’t loud. It didn’t need to be. Everyone understood it. On the drive home, Lale sat between her mothers. Silent. Thinking. Finally she spoke. “Am I really your daughter?” The car stopped at a red light. Miu turned around immediately. Lena did too. Both looking offended. Deeply offended. “Excuse me?” Lena asked. Lale blinked. “What?” Miu pointed dramatically. “Who stayed awake all night when you had a fever?” “You.” “Who cried during your first school performance?” “You.” “Who bought twenty-seven books because you said you were bored?” Lale looked at Lena. “You.” “Exactly.” Lena crossed her arms. “So whose daughter are you?” A small smile appeared. “Yours.” “Correct.” Miu kissed her cheek. Lena kissed her forehead. And for the first time in a very long time Lale stopped crying. Because she finally understood something. Family wasn’t about blood. It wasn’t about biology. It wasn’t about where you came from. Family was about who stayed. Who fought for you. Who chose you. ⬇️
2026-06-25 02:28:47
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teh_jaa
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please make more of this
2026-06-25 03:30:20
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jeanmillan599
jeanmillan599 :
Nice story..more please about how they navigate their life with Lale🥰
2026-06-25 08:37:12
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noolek6966
ᵖˡˢnoolek6966 :
This is a really lovely story🥰 I wish there were more chapters to this! 🥹
2026-06-25 12:29:16
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