Once, after a family dinner, she raised an eyebrow while looking at the lasagna I had carefully prepared.
“You must’ve had to learn quickly, raising a child on your own,” she said.
Daniel heard it too. Later, when I brought it up, he held me close.
“She’s just… set in her ways. Give it time,” he said.
And I did.
Until the day she kicked my daughter out of a birthday party.
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