"Oh, Irene, have you finished yet?" Ivette greeted her daughter and son-in-law, whom she had already accepted, with joy.
"Yes, Mom, it just ended," Irene replied, hugging her mother and heading to the crib where her son was lying.
"Come in, come in, Arslan," Ivette invited her son-in-law to join them.
"Sorry to bother you," Arslan, without refusing, entered the room to spend time with Irene and their son.
After a while, Ivette started complaining that she spends all her time in the same room after moving here.
"Don't get me wrong, I like being around my sweet grandson, but spending twenty—four hours a day in the same room, looking at the same walls, even without a TV or TV series, is very boring," she added after her complaint.
"In the previous house, at least I had the opportunity to walk in the courtyard to unwind," she continued.
"Mom..." Irene called, realizing that she might have almost locked her mother in four walls.
