My sister hit my baby during Christmas dinner and said that his crying was ruining everything

😨😵My sister hit my baby during Christmas dinner and said that his crying was ruining everything. But my husband looked her straight in the eyes and said coldly: “Will you finally calm down, or should I tell everyone what you did last night?” — everyone around us was completely stunned.

Last Christmas was supposed to be our first real Christmas: my husband Mark had returned after a six-month deployment, our son Elias was only six months old, and I dreamed of silence, warmth, and the feeling that we were finally together.

But in my family, Christmas never belonged to me. It always revolved around my sister — Camilla.

She arrived two hours late, dramatically, like for a premiere: a white electric car, a cameraman, tripods, the cold light of the lamps. The house instantly turned into a blogger’s studio.

The candleholders were removed — “too loud,” the family photos disappeared — “they ruin the aesthetic,” and the napkins I had chosen with love were replaced with “more photogenic” ones.

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