When my grandfather came in after I gave birth, his first words were: “My dear, weren’t the 250,000 I sent you every month enough?”
I felt a tightness in my chest. “Not once.” Before I could answer, the door burst open. My husband, Mark, and my mother-in-law, Vivian, walked in, laden with shiny shopping bags emblazoned with luxury logos—brands I could barely afford to look at. They said they’d just been “running some errands.” Their voices were cheerful and … Read more