My name is Ingrid, and I raised my daughter, Anna, as a single mom. We were always close, like Lorelai and Rory from *Gilmore Girls*. But as the years went by, our daily chats grew shorter, and I sensed something was wrong. So, two weeks ago, I decided to surprise Anna, baking her favorite cinnamon buns and traveling to her city.

When I arrived at her apartment, Anna’s reaction was cold and fearful. She asked me to leave immediately, and I couldn’t shake the feeling something was wrong. I waited until she left, then slipped inside her apartment. The place was a mess, but my eyes locked on the crib in the living room. Anna had a baby—something she never told me.

Anna came back, defeated, and I finally got the truth. She admitted to an affair with her boss, which led to her pregnancy. The baby wasn’t her husband Jason’s, and he had left her. I was stunned. Anna had kept it all from me, feeling ashamed and thinking she could handle it alone.

But I didn’t care about her mistakes. I hugged her tightly, reminding her that no matter what, I would always be there for her. After all, I’d sacrificed everything to give her a better life, and nothing would change that.

Now, I’m staying with Anna and my granddaughter, Stella. But I’m not letting her ex-boss get away with his actions. I’ve called a lawyer.