Seth and I took our twin girls, Ava and Blair, to visit his parents, Paul and Linda. Seth was excited about the visit, saying, “They’ll love the flower bushes and everything.” He even suggested letting the girls stay for a few days, which made me uneasy since we hadn’t told the twins they were adopted yet.

Linda greeted us warmly, saying, “It’s so good to see you all!” but she hardly looked at the girls. She announced, “You girls are going to sleep in the shed out back. It’s going to be a little adventure!” I hesitated, feeling uneasy about the shed.

Later, I called the girls and heard they were scared. Ava whispered, “There are weird noises here, and we think we saw some rats.” Blair added, “The hay is very sharp, and it’s been poking our skin when we try to sleep.” Furious, I drove to my in-laws’ house. Linda coldly said, “They need to learn their place…they’re adopted. They’re not real family.”

Back home, Seth was livid when I told him. We returned to confront his parents. Seth told Linda, “You treated my daughters like they were less than human because they’re adopted. Until you can show that you love and respect all your grandchildren equally, you won’t be seeing any of us.” A month later, nobody showed up for Linda’s 70th birthday. Seth told his dad, “My family is more important.”