After eight months of military service, I finally came home—only to find my newborn son dangerously ill and my wife sitting beside his crib, shaken and clearly hurt. My mother looked at me coldly and said, “She needed to learn her place,” while my sister shrugged and added, “The baby is her responsibility, not ours.”
At the hospital, doctors treated Leo with fluids and medication. Sophia had a concussion, cracked ribs, and deep bruising, but they told us she would recover.
When she woke, I was sitting beside her with Leo sleeping safely against my chest.
