It’s in my nature, as many would say, but I can’t help it. I have two children, a son and a daughter. Since their father passed away, I’ve been raising them on my own. When my son, Andrew, brought his wife, Naomi, to live with us, I maintained a strict household, which led to unexpected gratitude.
I adore my grandkids, Louis and Cora. They are wonderful kids, but my daughter-in-law, Genesis, is raising them poorly. She believes in spoiling them. Every time I visit, the house is chaotic with their screaming and running around. I try to correct them, but they always say their mom allows it. And Genesis immediately steps in to
Living with my husband in our cozy apartment, I work as a hairstylist from home. My sister, Kimberly, often visits us, sometimes with her husband but mostly with her young daughter, Tiffany. Currently childless and not particularly keen on child-rearing topics, I still politely listen to Kimberly’s endless stories about her daughter. However, a single act of discipline towards Tiffany has unexpectedly cast me as the family villain.
