I went into labor, but my mother coldly said, “The hospital? Dinner comes first!” Then my sister laughed and set our car on fire. “Another useless human? What’s the point?

I was staying with my mother, Margaret, while my husband, Michael, worked out of town. It was supposed to be temporary—just a few weeks until he came back and our daughter was born. My three-year-old son, Ryan, was with me. We thought being around family would mean safety.