I sat in an armchair, staring at the photo of my grandchildren. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/a13f4a/620x0/1/0/2025/02/15/2tlsw0pju40vy8l9omk9omk9ggcbittag64o4rtmza7m.jpg" alt = "from life taken." Quot; daughter -in -law thinks that I interfere too much & quot;: I don't let me see my grandchildren " styles = "background-color: rgba (114,98,82.0.66)" > < p > two smiling angels. Their small handles embraced me in the photo, as if they never wanted to let me go.

< p > but it used to be.

< p > Now I don't even know how much they have grown.

< p > because their mother decided that I have no right to see them.

< p > When Filip married Karolina, I was happy.

< p > — You will be a wonderful grandmother — m & oacute; when I found out that I would become a grandmother for the first time.

< p > I was looking forward to this role.

< P >I wanted to help, cook dinners, read bedtime fairy tales, bake gingerbread for Christmas.

< p > but Karolina had a different plan.

< p > first it was subtle.

< p > — Mom, you don't have to come every day, we will handle.

< p > — Mom, maybe don't buy so much gift & oacute; w, we don't want to pamper them.

< p > — Mom, children have SW & oacute; j rhythm, we cannot adapt to yours.

< p > Then came the & oacute;

< p > — Mom, Adaś is a cold, maybe another time.

< p > — Mom, we can't meet today, we have plans.

< p > — Mom, children are tired, better not come.

< p > until finally a cold wall came.

< p > — I think it is better if we limit contacts.

< p > I didn't understand what I did wrong.

< p > — Filip, talk to her, after all it's my grandchildren — I said to my son, pr & oacute; bent to stop tears.

< p > He looked at me with embarrassment, but he said nothing.

< p > did not stand in my defense.

< p > did not say it was unfair.

< p > did not want to go & oacute; and his wife.

< p > and I was cut out of their lives.

< p > Now I can only look at the photos and wonder if grandchildren still remember me.

< p > Do they ask about grandmother.

< p > do they still love me.

< p > because I love them above all.

< p > but their mother decided that my love did not need.

< P >< br />< Strong > see, as we wrote about in recent days: from life taken. “When my husband left, his family threw me out of our house”

Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116