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She didn’t say anything fancy or make big promises, but she did something much more meaningful. She brought me a nightgown, slippers, a cup, and some home-cooked food. She made sure I was comfortable in the hospital, and when I was discharged, she was the one who picked up my baby and me. With my parents gone, I felt completely alone, but she stepped in when I had no one else to rely on.
In the weeks that followed, I ended up living with my mother-in-law. I couldn’t afford a place of my own, and after everything that happened, staying with her seemed like the only choice. Even though we had a complicated past, she welcomed me without hesitation. She gave me a safe place to heal and care for my baby, and I was thankful for the stability she offered during such a difficult time.
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