I suddenly became very sick.
My DIL was the only one that visited me.
For a week, she brought fresh ingredients, made chicken soup, fed me, cleaned and left.
I never left my room. As I finally got out of bed, I froze.
I realized that my DIL had been quietly taking care of the entire house during my rest—laundry folded, dishes washed, floors cleaned, even fresh flowers placed in a vase by the living room window.
It wasn’t just the house that caught my breath—it was the gentle details.
My favorite blanket was neatly arranged on the couch, my slippers were laid by my bed, and a handwritten note sat on the dining table:
“Rest as long as you need, Mom. We’ll handle things out here. We love you.”
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