Late at night at the Baldwin Family's house, Mother Baldwin was packing her things.
Father Baldwin came in, removing his white coat as he asked, "What's gotten into you, packing up your jewelry box out of the blue?"
"Luke, I have plans tomorrow to go out with a friend for a few days. If you need anything, call the housekeeper," Mother Baldwin told Father Baldwin, setting down her things.
"Got it. I just finished a few surgeries and am exhausted. I'm going to take a bath now." Father Baldwin gave a comforting rub on Mother Baldwin's shoulder, "Enjoy your time out."
"Alright." Mother Baldwin nodded, tears shimmering in her eyes.
"I heard about Amelia's actions during the daytime, she's still young, don't lower yourself to her level."
She had put up with that sentence for over twenty years, all the way up until this day. But now, when her patience had failed to earn her the understanding or compensation she sought, all she felt was that her life was a joke in the eyes of others.
