That stopped my mother-in-law in her tracks. She could not keep up her act anymore.
She brought out some old leftovers. “Janice, are you gonna eat? I saved all this for you.”
She was giving me rotten food because I stood up for her?
I smiled, though it was not at all sincere. “I’m good. You eat up. Make yourself at home and don’t hold back!”
She could not finish her food, and the next day, she brought out pickled cucumbers and the same old pasta.
She had unplugged the fridge to save on the bills, so everything went bad, like the pasta and the meat that she tried to fry up. She had done that before, and I had always caught her. However, she never learned.
She tried to give me the pasta again. “Janice, you work so hard. Have some more.”
I just passed it to Edwin, along with a few meatballs. “I’m in a rush. You eat. Don’t waste your mom’s effort.”
Edwin was in a big rush to see a client today and did not have much time, so he just wolfed down his lunch. The tasty meatballs made him forget all about the pasta, which tasted a bit off.
I was in the middle of work when my phone rang. It was bad news—my mother-in-law was in the hospital with a really upset stomach, throwing up and everything.
I got permission to leave work and hurried to the hospital.
Mandy was already there for a check-up because she was expecting her second baby.
I could not tell what they had been talking about, but my mother-in-law looked so sad, with tears in her eyes.
As soon as Mandy saw me, she ripped me a new one. “What kind of care have you been giving my mom? You got her so sick with bad food that she ended up in the hospital. How could you be so mean?”
