As my grandfather walked in after I gave birth, his first words were, “My dear, wasn’t the 250,000 I sent you every month enough?” My heart stopped. “Grandpa… what money?” I whispered. At that exact moment, my husband and mother-in-law burst in with arms full of luxury bags—and froze. Their faces drained of color. That’s when I realized something was terribly wrong…
I asked about savings, he kissed my forehead and told me not to stress my pretty head over paperwork.
At the time, I had mistaken that for care. In the hospital room, with my newborn sleeping against me and my grandfather staring at me like the floor had opened beneath us, I finally understood it for what it really was.
