One afternoon, a friend from my social club approached me gently. “I saw your daughter-in-law’s Facebook post,” she said. “I didn’t realize you were watching the twins every day!”
Confused, I looked it up later. There was a photo of me on the couch, both babies asleep in my arms, a diaper resting on my shoulder. I hadn’t even known the picture had been taken. The caption read:
People commented with laughing emojis and “You’re so lucky!”
I sat there staring at the screen for a long time. My heart ached — not because of the words themselves, but because that was how she saw me. Not “Grandma.” Not “Mom.” Just free childcare with a smile.
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