I asked my son what my daughter-in-law would like as a birthday gift. His reply shocked me, “Get her a dress two sizes smaller, so that she realizes she needs to lose weight.” I kept quiet and bought her a dress. She opened my beautifully wrapped present. My furious son yelled at me.
“Why would you get her a dress in her actual size, Mom?” he snapped, eyes blazing. “That’s just encouraging her to stay like this.”
My daughter-in-law, Mila, froze, the smile on her face crumbling like dry clay. She looked down at the floral dress she was holding, the exact color of spring—soft blue with tiny white daisies. It matched her eyes, the ones that hadn’t sparkled much lately.
