The ImPerfect Perfectionist

The kid went for her needles a few days ago.. but the grandparents didn’t call to ask how she was.  She had a fever.. and again.. .they didn’t call to ask .. how she was.  It’s almost like they donch really care… except for the most mundane thing.  I guess the kid ain’t that important afterall.  I shouldn’t be too surprised eh..? coz’ during my operations.. and needed help.. my MIL kept saying she needed to get home.  There itself we already know. that the garden was more important.