My mother-in-law brought pistachios in a transparent bag for my five-year-old daughter every time she came to visit: at first, I thought it was just a harmless treat — until one day my daughter suddenly had terrible stomach pain 

I knew very well that my mother-in-law adored her granddaughter. She visited once a week. They played together, talked endlessly — everything seemed normal. But there was one detail that sometimes made me uneasy.

My mother-in-law always came with the same transparent bag of pistachios. My daughter was delighted every single time, as if it were the most precious gift in the world.

It always bothered me a little that the bag had no label or brand — just a plain, clear plastic bag.

One day, I couldn’t hold back and asked:

— Mom, where do you buy these?

— From a friend at the market, — she replied casually. — They’re delicious and natural, not like those store-bought ones full of chemicals.

I didn’t argue. Grandmothers are like that — they love everything “natural.”

But one day, after another visit, my daughter started complaining of stomach pain. She cried, curled up in agony, and I rushed her to the hospital in panic. That’s where we learned something terrifying  Continued in the first comment 

The doctor sat in silence for a long time, staring at the test results. Then he looked up and asked:

— Are you sure the child isn’t taking any medication?

— Of course not! She’s only five!

Then he said something that made my blood run cold: traces of strong sedatives were found in her blood. The doses were small, but dangerous for a child.

“Someone has been giving her these regularly,” the doctor added.

When I got home, the first thing I did was open one of the remaining bags of pistachios. The smell was strange — the nuts seemed soaked in something bitter. I gathered them all and took them to a lab.

The next day, the results came back: the pistachios really did contain residues of sedative substances.

I couldn’t believe it. When I went to my mother-in-law, she looked genuinely surprised, even frightened.

— I didn’t mean any harm, — she began. — The neighbor said your little girl is too lively, too nervous. That’s bad for the heart, you know. She used to be a doctor. We thought a little calming remedy wouldn’t hurt. I just put a few drops on the nuts…

I couldn’t believe my ears.

— You gave her medicine without a doctor’s approval? Without telling me?!

— But I did it out of love! — she nearly shouted. — I didn’t want to hurt her, I just wanted her to be calmer!

Since that day, the doors of our house have been closed to her. My daughter took a long time to recover — both physically and emotionally.

Now I know: even the best intentions can be more dangerous than any poison.