se's

the headboard and

ow to face this

into a toilet- you don't want to waste

an. I, Eloise, was not the kind of person who can't let go of th

bout to be born...

he baby frequently kicked my belly and rolle

emotional I became, and tears streamed

bort the child – t

world, after feeling her baby's mo

nd raise the

ery common, and women could raise thei

me with those big, innocent, bright eyes, asking, "Mommy,

uld I sa

ears streaming down my face.

eep a wink

mother-in-law pushed open th

re still lying in bed not getting up to

ck every morning to cook breakfast for

mely heavy and clumsy d

e I hadn't slept all night, so

m, I'm not feeling well. Could you ma

your elders. I was working in the fields on the day I gave birth to yo

regnant, Julian had brought Bree from the

to the trouble of bringing two old hens from the countryside

y waited on hand and foot, livin

w sees me and immediately rushes over t

a wonderful husband and such

an be rest assu

t she also expected me to cook for her while I was pregnant. She even demanded that I hand-wash her own dirty clothes and forbade me

understand why my mother-in-law had

mething to

er. I never did any housework, not even washing a dish.

had severe morning sickness and couldn't stand the smell of cooking oil

time helper with Bree, and

nothing all day long. If you don't do some work to get some exerc

, "Besides, hiring a nanny doesn't cost money, does it? Men work their bu

and explained. "The money I

e got married, but the house and the start-up capital for

ions, and my parents never made things difficult for me fin

ked me angrily. "You're married to Julian, why are you stil

n't my mother-in-law being hypocritical? How come

er, and promised me that he wouldn't wait until I gave birth before sen

eople with such different lifestyles, upbrin

s been educating and demanding things of me with her fixed lifes

elf. She had no money, no men, and no relatives to help her. You can imagine how difficult it was... Her

care about your mother, but this

full of shame, "Baby, I'm sorry,

een two difficult choices; yet I also thought of how my parents taught me from a young age t

ly on. The only aunt who treated me like her own daughter was far a

be tolerant, yiel

y not feeling

ed. "You'd better go cook, or when your husband comes back,

d was pulled up. However, as soon as I got out o

my voice trembling,