The Stand
I didn’t yell. I didn’t cry.
I just stood up — weak, trembling, still bleeding from childbirth — and pressed the nurse’s call button.
When the nurse rushed in, I said, calm but cold:
“Please remove this woman from my room. And don’t ever let her in again.”
The nurse hesitated only a second before nodding. My mother-in-law’s protests echoed down the hallway as she was escorted out.
