When my son got married, I wasn’t happy. His wife was nothing like I had imagined for him.
She was from a village, had no higher education, and spoke in a way that irritated me. I couldn’t understand why he chose her instead of someone more refined.
One day, I was hospitalized with food poisoning. Despite our strained relationship, my daughter-in-law stayed by my side. She brought me food, cared for me, and never left me alone. I felt ashamed of how I had treated her.
Over time, I saw how happy my son was with her. She encouraged him to focus on his career, and he soon got a great job, bought a home, and started a family. I realized I had misjudged her.
One day, she asked me, “Where’s the salt?” And this time, I smiled and answered, “On the table, my dear.”
