We were unable to sleep due to the mother-in-law’s constant calls at precisely 2:00 AM, and we were incensed until we discovered the true origin of these calls.
My spouse and I had a quiet, comfortable life in our apartment following the wedding. Everything was going smoothly until an odd call came in the middle of the night.
The phone rang at two in the morning. My spouse was the first to wake up, replied, and went pale.
“Is everything okay, Mom?” he whispered.
She only inquired:
— Are you sleeping, son? Is everything okay?
Although it was odd, we concluded that perhaps his mother was ill or had trouble sleeping. I even had some sympathy for her.
However, the call came again the following evening. And once more—at precisely 2:00. Every time she called, she asked the same question, speaking nearly in a whisper:
— Are you sleeping, son? I just wanted to check in with you.
We became irate. We were worn out, not getting enough sleep, and my husband was having trouble concentrating at work. I grew increasingly agitated.
I recommended shutting off the phones on the third night. However, about 2:30 AM, someone knocked on the door. There was the mother-in-law. She was barefoot and wearing her nightgown. Her expression showed no signs of discomfort.
— I was unable to contact you. As she walked into the apartment, she said calmly, “And I was scared.”
I was enraged. My husband, however, made an effort to be patient. Even though he acknowledged it wasn’t typical, he adored his mother.
This continued for more than a week. We were afraid of the night. In vain, we pleaded with her to stop.
I even yelled at her once, but all she did was smile. We were just appalled when, a few days later, we discovered the true cause of these calls at night.
We made the decision to switch off the phones once more that day. At least once, we wanted to sleep. We had no doubt that the mother-in-law would return.
However, she did not show up that evening. Even relieved, we were taken aback. I was glad and rested when I woke up.
My husband and I made the decision to go see her throughout the day. Perhaps she was ill or unhappy, just to be sure.
We noticed an odd odor as soon as we opened the door to her apartment. In the armchair, she was lifeless. She was holding the phone. It wasn’t on.
Around two in the morning, death took place.
Then, like an electric shock, it hit us: she was no longer able to make the calls, which is why we hadn’t been receiving them. She felt everything, and we were callous people, and she was simply scared of dying alone.
Respond to your parents’ calls at all times. Perhaps this is the last time they will call you.
