Everyone fell in love with her the moment my son introduced her to us. I felt fortunate to have her since she was kind, courteous, always willing to lend a hand in the kitchen, and called me “Mama” with such love. She was the one who fed the children, made tea for the seniors, and smiled while doing all of the chores during family get-togethers. My neighbours frequently remarked that I was fortunate to have the type of daughter-in-law that all women hope for.
However, there was a side to her that no one knew existed behind those smiles and well-chosen words. It started with little things like inexplicable trips while my son was at work, covert calls late at night, and missed groceries even after I handed her money. For weeks, I dismissed it, attributing my suspicions to ageing. Until I unintentionally took her handbag one evening. In my haste to serve our guests, I grabbed my reading glasses from the incorrect suitcase. To read more click here.
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