6. The Situation Was Worse Than I Imagined

I asked Hue how long this had been happening.
At first, she hesitated.
Then she admitted that the problems had started shortly after she returned home from the hospital.
My mother had initially acted kindly.
She helped with the baby and prepared meals during the first few days.
But gradually, her attitude changed.
She began criticizing Hue’s eating habits.
She complained about the cost of groceries.
She said that recovering mothers didn’t need special treatment.
When Hue asked for fresh fruit or additional food, my mother sometimes told her that she was being demanding.
The arguments became more frequent.
Hue explained that she had tried to prepare something simple for herself, but my mother would complain about using too many ingredients.
Eventually, Hue began eating whatever leftovers were available.
She didn’t want to argue.
She didn’t want to upset me.
And she didn’t want my mother to accuse her of wasting the money I sent.
I looked at the bowl again.
The food was no longer just an unpleasant meal.
It was evidence that my wife had been afraid to ask for something as basic as a proper lunch.









