I bought my grandson a few new clothes—just some shirts and pants I thought he’d look handsome in. Nothing fancy. Nothing expensive. But chosen with care and love. I couldn’t wait to see him wear them.
When we showed them to my daughter-in-law, she frowned.
Her words stung more than I let on. I didn’t argue. I didn’t explain. I simply smiled, excused myself, and went home. But the comment lingered, echoing in my heart. Continue reading…