It’s the first time this has happened since the birth of my second son.
It occurred at the passport office when we went to register our son. The officer handed over the documents and asked my husband why the grandmother had brought the child.
My husband looked surprised and replied that I was the child’s mother. Frankly, I didn’t like it. I went home, looked in the mirror, and saw a tired, overweight woman with dark circles and wrinkles under her eyes. I have to accept my appearance.
Since then, I’ve been mistaken for my grandmother again, but it doesn’t hurt as much as before. Now, I have another problem. My husband is two years younger than me,
manages to stay fit, and looks as young as our oldest son. I’m afraid he might leave me, but I can’t change anything at the moment.”
