I shuddered at her look and understood: if I didn’t protect her then, I would break her forever.
The revenge we planned ended with a public humiliation…

A few weeks later, we decided to host a barbecue in the yard. We invited relatives, acquaintances, and even my mother-in-law’s neighbors — the very people in front of whom she always tried to appear as the perfect grandmother.

Everything was calm at first, conversations were light, until at one point Sofia slowly removed her wig.

A heavy silence fell over the yard. People glanced at each other, someone asked with concern what had happened to the child. Sofia didn’t cry and didn’t hide behind me.

She calmly said that these were her grandmother’s methods of upbringing. I only added that I consider it violence, not discipline.

All eyes immediately turned to Evelyn. Faces hardened, conversations stopped. She tried to say something, but the words got stuck in her throat. That day, she lost not only respect but also her social circle. People began to avoid her.

We went further and turned to the court for the protection of children’s rights. The decision was clear: a temporary ban on contact until psychological counseling was completed.

I wasn’t seeking destruction. I was seeking protection. And for the first time, Sofia understood that justice exists if you are not afraid to fight for it.