We decided to gather the whole family and share the wonderful news. Everyone was happy… except my mother-in-law.

With her arms crossed and an irritated expression, she said dryly:

— Well… I hope it’s a boy. Girls are nothing but trouble. We need an heir to carry on the family name.

— The most important thing is that the baby is healthy, — I replied, trying not to feel hurt.

But I didn’t yet know that this was only the beginning.

A few months later, when we held the gender-reveal party, my mother-in-law grumbled the entire evening, glared at the decorations, and repeated over and over: