My MIL Always Gave My Son the Worst Gifts Because He ‘Wasn’t Blood’ — Until He Taught Her a Lesson

“She cried,” Skye said, turning to watch the houses pass.

“She needed to,” Zach said. “She needed to release her old ways and be… better.”

Three days later, Diane called me.

Her voice sounded smaller than I’d ever heard it.

“I owe Skye an apology,” she said. “I was wrong… about everything.”

Then she asked if she could take him out for lunch.

He was.

They went to a small café near our favorite bookstore. When he came home, he was holding a new watercolor pad and a stargazing journal.

“She asked what I liked,” he told us, setting the books on the kitchen counter. “So I told her.”

I smiled.

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