"Stop talking nonsense. My grandson's got a fortunate look. Have you ever seen a successful person with a face like him?" She pointed at another relative's fair-skinned child and challenged everyone.
"You're all just jealous of my grandson's good looks. Let me tell you, he's one in a million. He might be the president one day.
"But you lot are just a bunch of ignorant peasants. You wouldn't know any better." She waved her hand dismissively, pretending to be magnanimous.
Paisley echoed her, "She's right! My son is the hope of the Wiley family."
The relatives had no choice but to smooth things over. Someone offered a few flattering words, "Yeah, I can see he's well-fed. He looks so chubby!"
"Briley, why not tell us your secrets to raising such a healthy child!"
My mother's face lit up with pride. She glanced disdainfully at Paisley before speaking, "Paisley is weak. She didn't have any milk after giving birth to Gaven, so my grandson was fed with my breast milk, which is why he's so strong!" At that moment, she beamed with even more pride.
Her wrinkled face lifted high as she was waiting for the compliments from others.
But the room fell silent.