“My son is a city boy, well-educated, from a well-off family, yet he brought home a poor wretch to be his wife…”

From the moment Nam brought Thao home to introduce her, Mrs. Dung – his mother – frowned. When her son said, “This is my girlfriend, we’re planning to marry,” she narrowed her eyes at the skinny girl with sunburnt skin and calloused hands. Anger surged inside her, and she couldn’t hold back.
She coldly said:
– “My son is well-educated, our family is well-off, yet he goes and marries a poor wretch like this. I wonder if he’ll even be able to feed her.”

Her words sliced through the air like a knife in the spacious living room. Thao lowered her head, her hands clasped tightly together. Nam wanted to speak up, but his mother turned away, signaling the end of the conversation.


1. Entering the Husband’s House

Although she objected, Mrs. Dung eventually had to accept the wedding. Nam was determined:
– “I’ll only marry Thao. Even if anyone objects, I will still marry her.”

As she loved her only son, Mrs. Dung had no choice but to swallow her bitterness. Still, in her heart, she carried resentment toward her daughter-in-law.

On her first days as a bride, Thao rose early to cook, clean, and do laundry. But Mrs. Dung nitpicked everything.
– “Why cut the vegetables so big? We’ll choke on them!”
– “You cleaned the floor yet there are still stains. Where are your eyes?”
– “The clothes are washed but not ironed? Country girls really are clumsy!”

Thao listened silently, head bowed. Inside her, the wounds stacked up. But thinking of Nam’s love, she endured quietly.


2. The Underlying Tension

One time, neighbors came to visit. Mrs. Dung laughed mockingly:
– “My son is a department head, earning tens of millions a month. As for my daughter-in-law… she used to be a factory worker with pennies for pay. Lucky for her she married him, now she can finally hold her head high.”

Thao heard every word. Her heart felt squeezed tight. That night, she sat quietly on the balcony, crying into her hands. Nam put an arm around her shoulders, his voice full of sorrow:
– “I’m sorry. I know you’ve endured so much. But don’t worry, I’ll always be here.”

Thao nodded, but the wound in her heart was hard to heal.


3. The Turning Point

One day, Nam got into a traffic accident while on a business trip. He was hospitalized with serious injuries and had to take long-term leave. The news struck like lightning. Mrs. Dung panicked—grieving for her son yet also anxious about the mounting hospital bills.

People thought a wealthy family never lacked money, but hospitals were a bottomless pit. She worried, thinking: “What if we can’t afford this?”

But it was Thao who stepped up. She borrowed from friends, sold all her wedding jewelry, and quietly scraped together every penny. She stayed by Nam’s side day and night: spoon-feeding porridge, wiping his body, changing his bandages. At night, she would fall asleep slumped against the bed, her hand clasping his tightly.

Mrs. Dung saw it all. Many times, she entered intending to scold or complain, but when she saw her daughter-in-law frail and exhausted, with dark circles under her eyes, the words stuck in her throat.


4. A Change of Heart

After three months, Nam gradually recovered. One day, the doctor said:
– “It’s thanks to his wife’s dedicated care that he’s recovering so well.”

Mrs. Dung turned to look at Thao. For the first time, her eyes no longer carried contempt. She still saw a skinny girl with rough hands, but now she also saw resilience and boundless love.

That evening, she sat across from Thao and spoke slowly:
– “I… I’m sorry. All this time I looked down on you because you were poor. But I was wrong. Without you, Nam might not have survived.”

Thao was stunned, then softly replied:
– “I don’t blame you. I just want our family to be peaceful and my husband to be healthy.”

Tears welled in Mrs. Dung’s eyes as she grasped her daughter-in-law’s hands. For the first time, the two women touched without distance.


5. One Roof, One Family

After Nam was discharged, the household atmosphere changed. Mrs. Dung no longer nitpicked over trivial matters. She began calling Thao “daughter” instead of “that girl.”

One day, she cooked braised fish and called out:
– “Thao, come eat. You’ve worked so hard already.”

Thao smiled, tears of happiness rolling down her cheeks.

Nam looked at his mother and wife, overwhelmed with gratitude. What seemed like a tragedy turned out to be a turning point that erased all distance.