The Mothers of a Couple Turned Thanksgiving Into a Living Hell for Their Newlywed Kids — Story of the Day

Without calling ahead, she parked, stepped out, and walked up the front steps, smiling at the thought of catching them off guard. She knocked firmly, and before long, Michael opened the door, blinking in surprise. “Margaret… what are you doing here?” he asked, blinking in surprise. “I decided to surprise you,” Margaret replied cheerfully, holding out a pie. “I thought a little treat might be nice.” Michael took the pie, glancing back toward the kitchen, a hint of hesitation in his eyes. “Thanks, Margaret. Um, come on in.”

Margaret stepped inside, slipping off her coat, and instantly heard voices from the kitchen. She paused, recognizing the tone of Rebecca’s voice. With a raised brow, she followed the sound and found Kira seated, listening as Rebecca talked in her usual, commanding way. Rebecca was in mid-sentence, her words calm yet firm. “It’s important to establish good habits early. Babies need a routine, structure.” Margaret felt a surge of irritation. “Why are you bothering my daughter?” Rebecca looked over, blinking, and gave a tight smile. “I’m just giving her a little parenting advice.” Margaret scoffed. “Parenting advice? And what do you know about raising kids?”