At six in the morning, my mother-in-law roughly yanked the blanket off her pregnant daughter-in-law: “Get up, you lazy woman! I’m hungry! How long are you going to keep lying there?!” — but she had no idea what was waiting for her the next day

Whispers, knocks, a baby’s soft cry. My mother-in-law began crossing herself and murmuring prayers. She thought her late husband had come for her.

By morning, trembling, she came to me. “I can’t take it anymore. There’s something going on in this house…”

I looked at her calmly and said softly:
“Maybe God is punishing you.

Maybe you should try being a little kinder to others.”

From that day on, she changed. She stopped yelling, stopped scolding, stopped waking me up in the mornings. On the contrary — she brought me tea and asked how I was feeling.

And at night, the house was perfectly quiet. The voices had vanished… because I had turned off the speaker.