For a long time, I believed I was a lucky mother. My son worked, my daughter-in-law took care of the household, and I tried my best not to become a burden to anyone.
But three months ago, strange things began happening in our home.
Every evening, at exactly nine o’clock, Rebecca entered my bedroom carrying a glass of water.
“Mom, drink this. The doctor said it’s very important for someone your age to drink water before going to bed.”
At first, I thanked her. But soon, I noticed something strange.
Rebecca never left until I had finished the entire glass.
One evening, I told her I wasn’t thirsty.
Her expression changed immediately.
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