When I was seven months pregnant, I discovered that my husband had an affair. I became so distraught that I ended up in the hospital, while my husband packed his belongings and went for his mistress. So I’m on IV and weeping. And then my mother-in-law enters the ward. She sits on the edge of the bed and says, “Lena, I have never liked you, so our relationship isn’t good.

But I believe what my son did was awful. I am sorry I did not raise him properly. We may not be friends, but you are carrying my grandchild in your heart, and I am here for you. There were no specific feelings: she brought me a nightgown, slippers, a cup, and home-cooked meal, and then met me when I was released. My mother-in-law picked up my daughter and me from the maternity hospital (my parents have passed away).

I live with my baby at her apartment because I cannot afford to rent a flat like I used to. My mother-in-law assists me greatly with my daughter, and I am deeply grateful to her for everything.