Taken from life. “Son -in -law does not allow me to see my granddaughter”: my daughter is silent

In my house, silence has become everyday life. ~ Img src = “https://zycie.news/crrops/1c06fb/620×0/1/0/2025/04/04/usf9irxuumd4pxdqm0ahxnoekmuparwdu7c24xki.jpg” alt = “grandmother and granddaughter @pexels” styles = “background-color: rgba (149,120,88,1)” > < p > silence and emptiness. Just a few months ago he was filled with laughter of my beloved granddaughter & Amp; Ndash; Little Zosia. She was four years old then and was my whole world. Daily walks, bedtime fairy tales, cookie -baking cookies & Hellip; These were our rituals. Now only photos and painful longing remain.

< P >It all began to change when my C & Amp; Oacute; Rka, Ania, began to behave differently. Silent, as if absent. She did not answer the phone & oacute; in, she did not respond to messages. And then & Hellip; She completely disappeared from my life. I have not stopped being & oacute; & ndash; I drove at their house, stood for hours under the block, left letters in the box. Unanswered. < p > then he appeared. M & oacute; j son -in -law. Michał. Cool, distant. He opened the door only once. He looked at me with contempt. < p > & ndash; We don't wish you any more visits & ndash; He said quietly but firmly. & ndash; Zosia will not have contact with people who have a bad effect on the family.

< p > stuck me. I ? Bad influence ? pr & oacute; I bind to ask, translate, cry. But the door was closed with a crack. And behind them my interior & ndash; My heart & ndash; it began to scatter.

< p > Since then, three months have passed. I didn't see Zosia. I didn't hear her voice. C & Oacute; Rka does not answer. Friends M & Amp; Oacute; are that it is her decision that I should respect the boundaries. But what limit ? are the walls that will be in b & oacute; lu.

< p > I began to suspect that Ania could be a victim of mental violence. Maybe he is afraid. Maybe she must not speak. But how to prove it ? like & oacute; C, when everything I do, meets with silence ?

< p > I pray only one night by one & ndash; That my granddaughter would know that my grandmother would not abandon her. That somewhere, on the other side of this door, someone is waiting very much for it. And that someday, maybe in a month, maybe in a year, but he will come to me with open arms and say: & bdquo; grandma, I remember &.

< p > but what if she has already forgotten ?