My Husband’s Mother Threw Me Off the Terrace After I Accused Her of Poisoning a Child—Then Her Son Opened the Door
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Chapter 7 - WHY SHE HATED ME
I had nursing-assistant training but was not a registered nurse.
I was careful about that distinction.
I could monitor.
Document.
Assist with routines.
Follow medical instructions.
I could not independently diagnose Mateo.
Leonor mocked me as “the servant with a thermometer.”
Mateo trusted me anyway.
When he became sick, I wrote down:
Meals.
Timing.
Symptoms.
Visitors.
Medication.
At first those notes were for doctors.
Eventually they became a pattern.
Episodes frequently followed warm milk.
I stopped giving it.
Mateo improved for three weeks.
Then Leonor complained I was depriving him of comfort.
She made it herself.
He became sick that night.
That detail had been sitting in my notebook for months.
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I simply had not understood it.
Investigators did.
