When the Baby Came
After our first child was born, everything changed.
Every little thing turned into an argument.
I always sided with my mother. “She only wants the best for her grandson,” I said. “Why can’t Anita just listen to her?”
But Anita refused to stay silent. They fought over everything — from what milk to feed the baby to when he should sleep.
My mother would scream, slam plates, then pretend to fall ill for days.
The final straw came during a family visit.
Our baby caught a high fever, and my mother pointed at Anita.
“You can’t even take care of my grandson properly? How could you let this happen?”
I agreed with my mother that day. Anita looked at me, her eyes full of pain.
