My MIL Kept ‘Accidentally’ Throwing Away the Food I Cooked – Until My Little Son Taught Her a Harsh Lesson

“To Mom. For everything.”

Everyone clinked glasses. Then Noah stood up.

He was holding a folded sheet of notebook paper, the edges slightly crumpled from being gripped too tightly.

“I want to say something too,” he announced.

The table went silent.

Someone whispered, “How sweet!”

Noah looked directly at Ivy.

“Grandma, I need to ask you something.”

She beamed. “Of course, darling.”

The smiles froze.

Ivy’s face went blank for a second, then recovered with a nervous laugh.

“It’s not silly,” Noah interrupted. His voice was too calm for a six-year-old.

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