My son and his wife announced they’re expecting their fifth child, but I had reached my limit helping to raise their kids. So I left… and then they called the police. What happened next shocked everyone. My name is Marian, and for ten years I was the ghost in my son’s house — the quiet engine that kept his family running. I packed lunches, cooled fevers, and sang lullabies. My world shrank to fit their needs. The confrontation happened on a Sunday. My son Trevor and his wife Kelsey invited me ov