My Daughter Crocheted 80 Hats for Sick Children – Then My MIL Threw Them Away and Said, ‘She’s Not My Blood’
My ten-year-old daughter Emma spent weeks crocheting 80 hats for sick children in hospice. It became her mission — every day after school, homework, a snack, and then the soft click-clack of her crochet hook. She wanted to finish them before Christmas. She was so proud.
Then my husband, Daniel, left on a two-day business trip… and my mother-in-law, Carol, saw her chance.
Emma and I came home from grocery shopping, and seconds later she screamed. Her bag of hats — all 80 of them — was gone. Carol stood in the doorway, sipping tea from my good cup, and said calmly:
“I threw them away. They were ugly. And she’s not my blood.”
Emma collapsed in tears. I searched every trash bin in the neighborhood but found nothing.
When Daniel came home and learned what happened, the look on his face chilled the room. He didn’t yell — he just grabbed his keys and left.
Two hours later, he returned… holding a giant garbage bag full of Emma’s hats. He’d dug through Carol’s apartment dumpster to find them.
He then invited Carol over, opened the bag, and said, “You broke my daughter’s heart. We’re done. You don’t get to be in her life.”
She sputtered and screamed, but he didn’t budge.
The next day, Emma and Daniel started crocheting again — together. They finished all 80 hats and sent them to the hospice, where the children’s photos went viral.
Carol still texts, begging to “fix things.”
Daniel just replies: “No.”
