“She only gives me worthless things like this. Don’t think I don’t know—she went to that church to pray for a baby boy. She doesn’t love me, she only wants a son!”
Emma had once been gravely ill, and that necklace was something I had prayed for, climbing step by step up to a chapel on the hill, bowing my head with every step.
By the time I returned, Emma had recovered.
I had rushed to embrace her with joy, only to be met with her cold little face.
Later, I learned it was my in-laws who told her that I hadn’t prayed for her recovery but for another child.
Although Emma was upset, she eventually accepted the necklace after my explanation.
I thought she had believed me.
Now I realized, I had been terribly wrong.
That necklace, cast to the ground and trampled beneath her feet, felt like my own heart discarded and crushed.
My eyes stung with unshed tears.
Daniel shot me a glance, then turned to Chloe.
“Chloe, tell her to apologize to her mother.”
Chloe froze for a moment, then forced a smile.
“Emma, didn’t Aunt Chloe tell you not to treat Mommy that way?
Yes, Mommy might have wanted a boy, she might favor sons over daughters, but she still loves you, and it’s still for your own good.