But instead of helping me, he blocked the entrance.
“You can’t come in right now,” he said coldly.
I stood there, holding our baby, still recovering from surgery.
“What do you mean? I just came from the hospital. I need to rest.”
He didn’t move.
“My mother is staying with us. She needs silence. If the baby cries, it will affect her health. Go stay with your parents—for now.”
“For how long?” I asked.
“A year. Maybe two.” Behind him, my mother-in-law’s voice rang out—strong and perfectly healthy.
“I need peace. And that baby smell—don’t bring it in here.”
I stood there, stunned.
Holding my child… being treated like something unwanted. 
