I didn't know when, but the door had already been opened, and many neighbors were peeking in, with some already starting to comment.
"Oh dear, it's not easy being a parent of a special needs child. It looks so heartbreaking.
"Young lady, you'll be pregnant someday too. Think about it from her perspective.
"You're all family. It's just a matter of lending a hand. Why be so particular?"
Lend a hand? At the training center, special needs children come with a parent, and I had to take care of Bennett alone every day while also completing my teaching tasks, often overwhelmed and in a sorry state.
In my previous life, I worked every day. At twenty-six years old, my hair was half gray, and I even experienced symptoms of a threatened miscarriage later on.
I had no choice but to resign and stay in bed, but Madeline still left Bennett with me, leading to a tragedy.
The neighbors didn't care about this, blaming me one after another. In fact, these neighbors weren't close to me and often complained about Bennett being too noisy in the community group.
But at this time, they united to morally coerce me.
It seems that they were all playing dumb.