My daughter and her daughter are classmates.
Her family is struggling, her husband can't make money, her mother-in-law is unreasonable, and her child does poorly in school.
My family is well-off, my husband runs a business, my mother-in-law has passed away, and I stay home full-time to raise our child, who ranks first in the grade every year.
My family lives in a spacious apartment, while hers rents a resettlement flat.
She often says, "I wish we could switch places."
I thought she was just saying that.
I never expected that one day, when we woke up, we really had switched places.
