“Mom, I didn’t sleep well.”
“My bed felt too small.”
“I felt like I was being pushed to one side.”
One morning she asked a question that made my blood run cold:
“Mom… did you come into my room last night?”
I crouched down and looked her in the eyes.
“No. Why?”
Emily hesitated.
“Because… it felt like someone was lying next to me.”
I forced a laugh and kept my voice calm.
“You must have been dreaming. Mom slept with Dad all night.”
But from that moment on, I stopped sleeping peacefully.
The decision to install a camera
At first, I thought Emily was having nightmares.
But as a mother, I could see the fear in her eyes.
I talked to my husband, Daniel Mitchell, a very busy surgeon who often came home late after long shifts.
After listening to me, he smiled lightly.
“Kids imagine things. Our house is safe… nothing like that could happen.”
I didn’t argue.
I simply installed a camera.
A small, discreet camera in the corner of the ceiling in Emily’s room. Not to spy on my daughter, but to reassure myself.
That night, Emily slept peacefully.
The bed was clear.
No clutter.
Nothing taking up space.
I exhaled, relieved.
Until 2 a.m.
2 a.m. — The moment I will never forget
I woke up thirsty.
As I passed through the living room, I opened the camera feed on my phone out of habit, just to make sure everything was okay.
And then…
I froze.
On the screen, Emily’s bedroom door slowly opened.
A figure entered.
Thin body.
Gray hair.
Slow, unsteady steps.
I covered my mouth, my heart pounding, when I realized:
It was my mother-in-law… Margaret Mitchell.
She walked straight to Emily’s bed.
Gently lifted the blanket.
And then lay down next to her granddaughter.
As if… it were her own bed.
Emily shifted, pushed toward the edge of the mattress. She frowned in her sleep but didn’t wake up.
And I…
I cried without making a single sound.
A woman who spent her life on her son
My mother-in-law was 78 years old.
She became a widow when Daniel was only seven.
For more than forty years, she never remarried.
She worked whatever jobs she could find:
— Cleaning
— Laundry
— Selling food in the mornings
All to raise her son and send him to medical school.
Daniel once told me that when he was a child, there were days she ate nothing but dry bread… and still found money to buy him meat and fish.
When Daniel went to college, she still sent him envelopes with 20 or 30 dollars, carefully folded.
For herself…
She lived with a level of austerity that broke your heart.
The silent illness of old age
In recent years, my mother-in-law began showing signs of memory loss.
— Once she got lost and cried in a park until midnight.
— Once, while eating, she suddenly looked up and asked:
“Who are you?”
— Sometimes she called me by the name of her late husband’s wife.
We took her to the doctor.
The doctor said gently:
“Early-stage Alzheimer’s.”
But we never imagined she would wander the house at night.
And we never imagined that…
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