12/09/2024
My MIL has been distant since my father-in-law passed. She dodged calls and skipped family events, always claiming she was "busy." So when she agreed to join us for Thanksgiving, we were thrilled.
At first, everything seemed fine — until she arrived.
She barely greeted us, dropping her bag of treats by the door and bolting to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. When she came out, her sweater looked off. Bulkier. And I swear something moved underneath it.
At the table, she barely ate, fidgeting nonstop and clutching her stomach. Something was up, and even my daughter, Ava, noticed. Suddenly, Ava darted toward Linda and, without warning, lifted her sweater.
The entire table went silent.
"Oh my God, Linda! WHAT IS THAT?!" I shouted, standing halfway out of my chair. ⬇️