My daughter-in-law has a rude character. Most of the time, it is possible that she does not even feel that she is offending or annoying someone. My son, however, lives very peacefully and harmoniously with her. He always praises what she has prepared, says that he is grateful to her.
One day I heard that my daughter-in-law said: “It is enough that your mother lives here, now you will see what I will do.” He quickly went up to my room and told me to collect my clothes, as we were going out.
I submitted without questions, but I understood that she wanted to take me to a nursing home. I thought I was useless and cried. We got into the car and drove off. After a long drive in silence, the car finally stopped in front of a building that was familiar to me. “Come down, dear mom,” said my daughter-in-law, and it seemed to me that we had reached a nursing home.
“Do you know this building?” she asked.
“Isn’t it the nursing home building?” I naively said, which made my daughter-in-law laugh.
We entered a house, and I could not hold my tears back when I saw it. It was my childhood home, in a corner of the old building that we sold.
I hugged my daughter-in-law and cried. “Dear mom, I bought this house with my money. I think I couldn’t have given you a better birthday present.” Indeed. I moved there to live. I love my children.