Her laugh at the end of that file is something I can still hear perfectly.
File two, November 23, 2024. Emily and Daniel in their bedroom while I cleaned the bathroom.
“Your mom is getting really annoying, Daniel. She wants an opinion on everything.”
“She’s my mom, Emily. She just wants to help.”
“Helping is getting in the way. When she dies, your father’s pension ends with her anyway. She’s served her purpose. Maybe it’s time for her to find a small apartment or a retirement home.”
“I can’t just throw her out. She’s my mother.”
“You don’t have to throw her out. Just suggest she’d be happier somewhere else.”
Then Daniel’s weak, miserable answer.
“I’ll think about it.”
File three, January 8, 2025. Emily drinking wine with friends in the living room while I made snacks in the kitchen.
“You have no idea how lucky I am. My mother-in-law does everything so I can focus on my career. That’s why I got the promotion. I don’t have to worry about anything domestic.”
“And she doesn’t charge you?” one friend laughed.
“Charge me? She lives here for free. Besides, she sold her house and gave Daniel the money. It’s like her way of paying to live with us.”
More laughter.