One Call Was Enough to Bring Her Down

Synopsis

On the seventh day of my postpartum recovery, I opened the fridge and found it completely empty. More than thirty containers of postpartum recovery meals were gone. The nourishing fish soup, slow-cooked pork stew, and chicken soup my mother had spent an entire week preparing were all gone without a single box left behind. I asked my mother-in-law, Olivia, about it. She answered without the slightest bit of guilt, "Audrey is carrying twins. She needs the nutrition more than you do, so I sent everything to her." I stood there frozen, my weak postpartum body trembling uncontrollably. As if that wasn't enough, Olivia added, "You're young. A little oatmeal is enough for you. Don't be so delicate." I didn't cry. I didn't make a scene. I picked up my phone and made a call right in front of her. The smile on Olivia's face disappeared in an instant.