At home, when you pack up your things and throw them away when you see something bad, your husband says, "You're such a loser, you want to throw anything." ”
I pushed back, "I'm in charge of what I pack." ”
The son watched and listened, and asked in disbelief: "Is our family really the mother's home?" ”
I didn't answer, and my husband said, "Your grandmother has the final say." ”
The son did not believe it and asked, "Mom, is this so?" ”
Me: "Yeah, our real estate deed is your grandmother's name!" So after I bought a new house and wrote my name, I was in charge. ”
The son asked incomprehensibly, "Why?" ”
I laughed and didn't answer, because he didn't understand yet: there can only be one hostess in a home.