Early the next morning, I got up to cook. I cooked my favorite dishes, without having to worry about my son's family's preferences.
At this time, there was a rough pounding on the door outside that startled me.
I barely cracked the door open before Frank and Ivy barged in, followed by a large group of relatives.
Each had a grim expression and it seemed they were ready to confront me.
Frank sat on the sofa, arms crossed, scowling. “Mom, what's going on?”
“You promised to come back home with us — how could you just get on the train without saying anything?”
"Do you have any idea how sad Tom is? He was crying for his grandmother in the middle of the night."
I let out a cold laugh.
Before I could respond, Ivy's mother approached me and sighed. "In-law, no matter how upset you are, you shouldn't abandon your child and run back like this. That's terribly irresponsible.”
“In other families, parents and elders do everything they can to support their children. But you? You just throw tantrums and drag them down.”
“In-law, I must say, I’ve never seen anyone like you before.”