I was happy when I brought my baby daughter Amelia home, but I didn’t feel happy for long. Janet, my husband’s mother, ruined the nursery by painting the walls black, breaking the crib, and taking away all the toys. The reason was Amelia’s dark skin.
The birth of Amelia was a surprise, as was her beautiful dark skin. Tim and I are both white, but his great-grandfather was black. Genetics can be hard to predict. Janet saw our daughter as a danger, but we were proud of her heritage.
Janet’s close attention and charges made me feel scared in the hospital. She growled, “This isn’t Tim’s child.” The damage she caused with her denial and racism got worse.
When I got home from the hospital, the nursery was a mess. Janet’s anger was clear. She yelled, “She’s not my granddaughter!” “You’re not accepting her into this family.” It was shocking how racist she was.
I recorded Janet’s mean words to show how mean she was. Tim didn’t give in to her and picked us over his mum. “You’re going. That was it, he said firmly.
We told family members about Janet’s acts on social media. There was a huge reaction. People said bad things about her behaviour, and her family gave support. Janet’s church group called out in shock. She was fired by her boss.
Things got back to normal in life. We painted the nursery again and filled it with love and joy. We got new furniture with the help of Tim’s sister. Janet’s deeds had results, but our family stayed together.
Tim held us close and said, “We’re done with her poison.” “Amelia deserves better.” Our family was perfect, and Janet’s mean behaviour wouldn’t change that.
