She was overwhelmed, scared of judgment, and ashamed to need help. My son admitted they were trying to protect me from stress and themselves from more pressure. Slowly, we began healing. I visited daily to help. At first, my daughter-in-law stayed distant, but eventually, we bonded—sharing coffee, stories, and laughter. One day, she even asked if I’d move in to help full-time. I said yes.

I watched the twins grow—first steps, first words, birthday cake smashed on tiny faces. One day, my son held my hand and said, “You’ve changed everything.” And I finally felt whole again. I learned that sometimes people push you away not because they don’t care—but because they’re drowning. With patience, love, and forgiveness, we found our way back to each other.