My MIL Always Gave My Son the Worst Gifts Because He Was Not Blood, Until He Taught Her a Lesson
Every holiday, my son Skye learned what exclusion looked like. While my mother-in-law wrapped lavish gifts for her biological grandchildren, Skye’s present was always an afterthought—stuffed in grocery bags, barely labeled, quietly signaling that he didn’t quite belong. At eight years old, he accepted it with a calm that broke my heart, smoothing his sweater…
