By the time I reached my eighth month of pregnancy, everyday life had become much more demanding. Simple tasks required extra effort, and my body felt constantly tired. Despite the discomfort, I felt proud knowing I was preparing to welcome a new life into the world.
One evening, my husband and I returned home after a quick trip to the local market. Carrying groceries had become more difficult for me, and my back and legs were already aching. Hoping for a little support, I gently asked my husband if he could help carry the bags inside.
Before he could respond, my mother-in-law spoke up.
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