With Hudson's decision, Paisley didn't say anything more even though she was still reluctant.
On the day of my nephew's first-month party, my mother proudly carried him out and paraded him around each table after all the relatives had taken their seats.
Her pride was practically bursting from her. "Look at him! My grandson is so handsome and strong."
She made Gaven, barely a month old, stand up. Gaven stood for a second before falling, but that one second was enough for my mother to brag.
"See that? My grandson is amazing! He's only a month old and can stand. Whose grandson could be as remarkable as mine?" She glanced around, her eyes filled with unabashed pride.
One honest relative spoke up, "Briley, your grandson may look chubby, but he seems jaundiced. You should keep an eye on him."
This relative, straightforward and well-meaning, expressed her concern openly, hoping to remind my mother.
Other relatives chimed in, "Exactly, his face doesn't look well. It might be a good idea to take him to the hospital."
Hearing this, my mother snapped, "You're the ones who are sick! Your whole family should be living in the hospital!