Well, FINE

3 - Well fine

My husband and I have a daughter. When our daughter was about 6 months old, my in-laws came over for a visit one day. My MIL reached for the baby, clearly excited to see her again. The baby was in the beginning stages of separation anxiety and becoming a bit clingy towards me. As MIL reached out for the baby, who I was holding, the baby let out a cry of alarm. Baby turned her back to my MIL and clung harder to me.

MIL, mouth agape in astonishment, recoiled at the perceived rejection. Her open mouth quickly snapped shut and her eyes turned to slits. Leaning back into my daughter’s face, MIL snapped “Well, FINE!” in a vicious tone.

Baby clung harder to me and began to wail.

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