I spent a whole year taking care of my pregnant daughter-in-law, but today I missed the train and had to come back to spend the night.
As soon as I entered the house, I heard a conversation between her and my son… and I almost slid down the wall from shock.
I spent an entire year going to take care of my pregnant daughter-in-law. A full year sacrificing my life—my early mornings, my health, my peace. But today I missed the train and had to go back to spend the night in that house, and as soon as I walked in, I heard a conversation between her and my son that made me slide down the wall in sheer shock.
I felt my legs give out from under me.
I felt the air escape my lungs. I felt how everything I had believed in for twelve months turned to ash right there, hidden behind that door, with my hand clamped over my mouth to keep from screaming.
I heard words I should never have heard—words that changed everything, that destroyed everything. And the worst part is that I, like an idiot, never saw the signs.
I never suspected a thing. I was the perfect fool.
Let me tell you how I got to that moment. How a sixty-four-year-old woman—a widow, a hard worker, an honest person—ended up discovering the most bitter truth of her life.
It all started a year ago, when Steven called me with a worried voice.
“Mom, I need you to come,” he said. “Jessica is pregnant, and the doctor says she has to be on absolute bed rest. She’s at risk of losing the baby.
We can’t afford to hire someone to take care of her, and I have to work. You’re the only one I trust.”
Trust. That word went straight into my heart.
My son trusted me. He needed my help. How could I say no?
I’m a mother.
Mothers don’t abandon their children when they need them the most. So I said yes without a second thought. “I’ll come every day,” I promised him.
“Don’t you worry about a thing. I’ll take care of Jessica and the house. You just focus on work.”
And I kept my promise.
Of course I did.
I started getting up at five in the morning. Every single day, no exceptions—not Sundays, not holidays, not even when my back ached so badly I could barely stand straight. I would get up in the dark, make my coffee, prepare breakfast to take to them, pack food into containers like I was sending a soldier off to war.
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