I’ve never really gotten along with my daughter-in-law, but I still had to invite her to a recent family gathering. She arrived carrying a pie and, with a smile, told me, “I made it just for you.”
When I tasted it, though, something felt off. Taking a closer look, I was shocked to find a piece of plastic wrap baked into it.
She gave a sheepish grin and admitted, “I just used a ready-made mix… I was too busy to bake from scratch.”
I couldn’t believe it—not just the plastic, but the fact that she’d lied straight to my face about making it herself. Anger washed over me, because it felt like yet another example of how little she respects our family traditions.
My husband tried to brush it off with a laugh, but I couldn’t ignore the feeling that she had disrespected me yet again.