See what your daughter did!
I rushed past her.
But the moment I stepped into my living room, I froze.
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.
And to understand why, I need to take you back three years.
***
Three years earlier, I’d had what seemed like a pretty normal family.
What I was seeing?
My husband, Mark, and I had our daughter Joan, a comfortable home, and plans for the future.
There was just one problem.
Mark was obsessed with having a son. He’d bought a tiny baseball glove before I was even pregnant.
“What if we have another girl?” I’d asked.
“Then we’ll try again.”
Plans for the future.
“Children aren’t lottery tickets, Mark.”
“You wouldn’t understand. It’s a family thing.”
His father, Richard, had always demanded a grandson. My mother-in-law, Margaret, however, loved our daughters regardless of gender.
After Mark abandoned us, Richard and he had a terrible argument.
