Emily, while bewildered, held her daughter to her chest and gently soothed her. “What’s wrong, Olivia? Are you hungry? Michael’s footsteps could be heard from downstairs. He hurried up the stairs and opened the bedroom door. At that moment, Olivia’s crying became even more intense. Crying again. Michael’s voice clearly contained irritation.
Every single morning, the noise is unbearable. It’s natural for babies to cry,” Emily said, somewhat shocked by her husband’s words while holding her daughter protectively. “Isn’t it because your way of raising her is wrong?” Michael said coldly. Other families babies are much quieter. Emily was at a loss for words.
This was the first time Michael had become so cold. Before marriage, he had loved children, and she had been certain he would become a good father. That’s no way to talk. Olivia is only 3 months old. Anyway, I have work to do. I can’t concentrate with this racket in the morning, Michael said as he turned on his heel and left the room.
Once alone, Emily fought back tears while soothing Olivia. Certainly, as a new mother, there was still much she didn’t understand. But Michael’s words cut deep into her heart. She was beginning to lose confidence in her parenting. That evening, Emily returned home from work. As usual, Margaret was in the living room holding Olivia.
But something was different. Olivia was unusually quiet, appearing completely exhausted. “Welcome home,” Margaret stood up and handed Olivia to Emily. “Today was particularly difficult. Did something happen?” Emily asked worriedly. No, nothing special. It’s just that Olivia was a little fussy today. Margaret’s expression showed fatigue.
She was crying all afternoon. Emily looked at Olivia. Her daughter’s eyes lacked their usual sparkle. She gave the impression of being frightened of something. Specifically, how was she crying? Well, ordinary crying, I suppose, Margaret answered vaguely. Babies sometimes cry for no reason, don’t they? That night, Michael came home late.
After putting Olivia to bed, Emily waited for her husband. Welcome home. Emily offered coffee to her husband. Thank you. Michael sat on the sofa looking tired. How was today? How was Olivia’s condition? She was fussy today. She was crying all afternoon, apparently. Michael frowned. I knew there was something wrong with your way of raising her. Mother seems troubled, too.
But I’m not here during the day. Margaret is taking care of her. Then you’re causing trouble for mother. Michael’s tone became harsh. I’d like you to take more responsibility and become a proper mother. Emily wanted to argue back, but the words wouldn’t come. Certainly since returning to work, she didn’t spend as much time with Olivia as before.
Perhaps her daughter was sensing this. The next morning, Emily got up early to check on Olivia. Her daughter was already awake, moving her small hands. But when Emily approached, she began crying intensely again. When Emily tried to change Olivia’s clothes and undressed her, she noticed something.
Instead of the pale pink outfit she had put on her the night before, Olivia was wearing white clothes. She was certain she had dressed her in her favorite pink outfit last night. When Margaret arrived, Emily asked, “Did you change Olivia’s clothes last night?” “Yes, they were dirty.” Margaret answered matterof factly.
She spit up and soiled them, so I changed her into clean clothes. I see. Emily checked the laundry basket, but the pink outfit was nowhere to be found. “Where are the dirty clothes?” “Oh, I already put them in the washing machine,” Margaret answered efficiently. Emily felt uneasy, but thought it would be rude to doubt her mother-in-law’s kindness.
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