I never thought I’d be the one standing at the kitchen window, watching my daughter’s life unfold with a mixture of pride and dread. After fifteen years of hard graft in a foreign land, I returned to the UK with enough to buy us a home, only to find my son-in-law’s parents threatening everything I’d worked for. Now, every family gathering feels like a battleground, and I lie awake at night wondering if I can protect my grandchildren from the influence I fear most.