My Husband’s Son Dreams of a Family Portrait Without Me

In the sixth year of marrying into the Beckhams as a stepmother, we finally took our very first family portrait.

When the photo was developed, I was overjoyed and hurried to show it to my son.

But he turned his head away in disgust.

“Honestly, you’re embarrassing,” he muttered.

My hand, which had been about to hang the picture, froze in midair.

“And you don’t even understand when people are being kind to you,” he added coldly.

Before I could react, he went on speaking to himself.