Are you ready to test your observation skills? Take a look at the picture below. At first glance, it may seem like there are only a few ducks, but there’s a twist!
If you take a closer look, you’ll notice that the number of ducks in each row increases. It’s like a hidden puzzle waiting for you to crack it. Starting from left to right, the first row has 1 duck, followed by 2 ducks, and then another 2 ducks.
But it doesn’t stop there! In the second row, each duck is doubled. And in the third row, there’s a triple duck, followed by two single ducks. Phew! That’s a lot of math!
Okay, let’s break it down. If we add up all the ducks row by row, we get: 1 + 2 + 2 + 2 + 2 + 2 + 3 + 1 + 1. And the total is… drumroll, please… 16 ducks!
Impressive, isn’t it? Did you manage to find all of them? If you did, give yourself a pat on the back. If not, don’t worry, it’s all in good fun! Challenge your friends with this tricky puzzle and see who can find all the ducks. Happy duck spotting!
I Discovered My Mother-in-Law and Husband’s Scheme to Conceal Food From Me Because I’m ‘Too Fat’ — I Retaliated Against Both of Them
Emily was appalled when she overheard her mother-in-law and husband plotting in hushed tones. Their plan to hide food from her because they thought she was “too fat” was deeply upsetting. Striving to put an end to this toxic behavior, Emily cleverly orchestrated a fitting revenge neither would anticipate.
“Honey, but you don’t want to live with an elephant, do you?” Noele’s voice rang from the kitchen.
I froze on the couch, my knitting needles suspended. Did I hear that correctly? My heart pounded as I strained to hear more.
“I don’t, but she’ll notice it and start asking questions,” my husband replied with uncertainty.
“Act clueless. I’ll remove all the food. I’m ashamed that my daughter-in-law is so large. She’s too fat,” Noele continued, her voice laced with contempt.
My heart felt as if it shattered into countless pieces. Three years ago, after having our son at 40, I struggled to regain my pre-pregnancy body.
I toiled long hours to support our family, even extending financial help to Noele when she needed it. How could she say such hurtful things about me?
Setting down my knitting, I stared at the wall, trying to process the conversation I had just overheard. Tears welled up, but I blinked them back. I didn’t want to break down now.
My phone buzzed, pulling me from my thoughts. I realized I had been sitting in a daze, replaying the events of the previous week when Noele had visited us.
Unbeknownst to me, the missing food was her doing. She had been stealthily clearing out the fridge, not wanting her son to be married to a “fat” woman.
Taking a deep breath, I checked the phone. It was a message from Alexander, my husband.
It read: “Hey honey, don’t wait up. My friends are insisting I stay a little longer :)”
Recently, he always seemed to have an excuse to stay out. I began to wonder if my weight was the reason. Did he really see me as an elephant?
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