The Cost of Being a Spoiled Child

Eddy, the son of my husband's younger brother, stabbed my daughter Julie's eyes with a pencil, and the doctor said that she might lose her eyeballs.

I collapsed to the ground, couldn't believe my ears.

Emma, my mother-in-law, and Clifton, my brother-in-law, complained, "It's just a pencil wound. Can't you just take Julie to the clinic downstairs? Why do you have to come to the hospital?"

Ethan, my husband, advised me to make peace with the family.

My sister-in-law, Marie threw me a thousand dollars and wanted to me to let it go.