– Darka, do you remember that we're invited to my mom's house on Saturday? – Bartek asked me when he got back from work in the evening.
I nodded silently. I didn't want to go to my mother-in-law's house at all, but I had no other choice. After all, it was an important ceremony.
Bartek and I met in the first grade and we haven't been apart since then. Later, our school friendship turned into love. After college, we got married. We decided that we would have lots of children – five at first, and then we'll see.
-Don't worry, Darek, our children will lack nothing. I will work hard – my beloved assured me. I am thirty-two now. We have two sons and a daughter. Bartek, as he himself said, provides a decent life for his family.
I am expecting a child again. My husband is beaming with happiness. The only person who does not share his joy is my mother-in-law. Bartek is her only son. She should be happy to see her grandchildren, but instead she walks around glum and almost never talks to me. Saturday was my mother-in-law's birthday.
I dressed the children, wrapped the cake, took flowers and a present. We arrived for dinner. After receiving a cold nod from my mother-in-law in response to my greeting, we walked through the room where the table had been set.
The apartment was already full of guests. They were all my husband's relatives. A few hours later, I decided to find out why my mother-in-law felt this way about me.
-And how should I treat you? You're a slacker and a waster. You're riding on my son's back. You've never earned a penny in your entire life. And he, poor thing, works day and night – I run the household. I raise the kids. We have three, soon to be four. You know everything
-That's true, you have children, so you don't have to work — Mom, what are you talking about? These are my wife and your grandchildren — my husband said with surprise. Bartek took me and the children and left quickly.
Take a look: Drink the coffee and add the leftovers to the pot with the clod. Thanks to this, the plant will shower with flowers