A Wake-Up Call: What I Realized After Misjudging My Daughter-in-Law
My son has always carried responsibility quietly and steadily. No matter how long his workdays were, he still came home with enough patience left for story time and late-night feedings. His wife stayed home with the baby, but honestly—every time I visited, something felt off. The sink overflowed with dishes. Laundry piled up. She often lay curled on the couch or in bed, staring at her phone while the baby cried nearby.
