{"id":3811,"date":"2026-07-17T14:02:33","date_gmt":"2026-07-17T14:02:33","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/nexttaleus.com\/?p=3811"},"modified":"2026-07-17T14:02:35","modified_gmt":"2026-07-17T14:02:35","slug":"grandma-ripped-the-oxygen-mask-off-a-child-over-a-birthday-bill-jeslyn","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/nexttaleus.com\/?p=3811","title":{"rendered":"Grandma Ripped the Oxygen Mask Off a Child Over a Birthday Bill-jeslyn"},"content":{"rendered":"

The pediatric ICU was too bright, too cold, and too quiet in all the wrong places.
\nFluorescent lights buzzed overhead until the sound felt like it had settled into Rebecca\u2019s bones.
\n<\/span>The vinyl chair stuck to the backs of her legs.
\nHer coffee had gone sour in its paper cup.
\nSomewhere beyond the locked doors, a monitor kept beeping in a small, steady rhythm she counted like a prayer.
\nCounting was all she had left.
\nEmma had fallen from the backyard treehouse at 4:18 p.m. on a Thursday.
\n<\/span>One second, Rebecca\u2019s four-year-old daughter was leaning over the wooden railing with her blonde curls bouncing in the afternoon light, shouting, \u201cMommy, look!\u201d
\nThe next second, there was the crack of old wood, the short sharp cut of a scream, and the sound no parent ever forgets.
\nA child\u2019s body hitting concrete.
\nMarcus had been inside making grilled cheese.
\nRebecca had been in the laundry room switching wet clothes into the dryer.
\nNeither of them had seen Emma climb back up.
\nNeither of them had seen the weak board give way.
\n<\/span>By 5:06 p.m., the hospital intake desk had Emma\u2019s name printed on a wristband.
\nBy 5:41 p.m., a surgeon was standing in front of Rebecca and Marcus saying words that sounded like they belonged to somebody else\u2019s nightmare.
\nSkull fracture.
\nBrain swelling.
\nInternal bleeding.
\nEmergency surgery.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

\n
\n
\n
\n
\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

Marcus stood beside Rebecca with both hands wrapped around a paper coffee cup he never drank from.<\/p>\n

His fingers kept tightening and loosening until the cup buckled at the rim.<\/p>\n

He had found Emma on the concrete patio.<\/p>\n

He had been the one to kneel beside her, whispering her name while she did not answer right away.<\/p>\n

Guilt had a way of making a living person look hollow.<\/p>\n

Rebecca could hear it in the way Marcus breathed.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis is not your fault,\u201d she told him again and again.<\/p>\n

\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

He nodded every time.<\/p>\n

He did not believe her once.<\/p>\n

Guilt does not listen when the person you love most is small enough to disappear under a hospital blanket.<\/p>\n

When Rebecca\u2019s phone lit up with her father\u2019s name, she almost cried from relief.<\/p>\n

She had left him three voicemails.<\/p>\n

She had left her mother two.<\/p>\n

The first message had been shaky.<\/p>\n

\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

The second had been desperate.<\/p>\n

By the third, she had stopped trying to sound calm and simply said, \u201cPlease call me. Emma is in surgery. I need you.\u201d<\/p>\n

So when her father finally called, she thought he had heard it.<\/p>\n

She thought he had heard the fear.<\/p>\n

\u201cDad, thank God,\u201d she said, stepping into the hallway. \u201cEmma\u2019s in surgery. It\u2019s bad. I don\u2019t know what\u2019s happening.\u201d<\/p>\n

Her father sighed like she had interrupted dinner.<\/p>\n

\u201cRebecca, your niece\u2019s birthday party is Saturday,\u201d he said. \u201cYour mother sent you the invoice. Why hasn\u2019t it been paid?\u201d<\/p>\n

\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

For a moment, the hallway seemed to tilt away from her.<\/p>\n

The vents still hummed.<\/p>\n

Shoes still squeaked over the polished floor.<\/p>\n

A nurse pushed a cart past the family waiting room.<\/p>\n

But inside Rebecca, something went still.<\/p>\n

\u201cDad,\u201d she whispered, \u201cEmma might not live through the night. Did you listen to my voicemail?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cChildren bounce back,\u201d he said. \u201cCharlotte already booked the venue, the entertainment, and the custom cake. Madison is expecting a big day. Don\u2019t embarrass this family over your dramatics.\u201d<\/p>\n

\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

That word landed exactly where he meant it to.<\/p>\n

Dramatics.<\/p>\n

Rebecca\u2019s daughter was on an operating table, and her father had reduced the whole thing to attention-seeking.<\/p>\n

Charlotte had always been the sun in Rebecca\u2019s family.<\/p>\n

Not because she was kinder.<\/p>\n

Not because she worked harder.<\/p>\n

Because their parents had decided early that Charlotte\u2019s wants were family emergencies and Rebecca\u2019s needs were inconveniences.<\/p>\n

\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

Charlotte got the new clothes.<\/p>\n

Rebecca got the explanation that money was tight.<\/p>\n

Charlotte got the big graduation dinner.<\/p>\n

Rebecca got a card with twenty dollars folded inside.<\/p>\n

Charlotte had a bad day, and the whole house softened around her.<\/p>\n

Rebecca broke her wrist at twelve, and her mother told her not to make the doctor visit more expensive than it needed to be.<\/p>\n

When Madison was born, that pattern simply found a new child.<\/p>\n

\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

Madison\u2019s birthdays were planned months in advance.<\/p>\n

Emma\u2019s birthdays were remembered late, if they were remembered at all.<\/p>\n

Rebecca had noticed.<\/p>\n

Of course she had noticed.<\/p>\n

Still, she believed there was a line.<\/p>\n

A child in the ICU should have been the line.<\/p>\n

Fifteen minutes after her father\u2019s call, the invoice landed in Rebecca\u2019s inbox.<\/p>\n

\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

The subject line read: Madison Party Share \u2014 Due Friday.<\/p>\n

The total was $2,300.<\/p>\n

Balloon arch.<\/p>\n

Dessert table.<\/p>\n

Party favors.<\/p>\n

Costumed performer.<\/p>\n

Event space deposit.<\/p>\n

\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

At the bottom, her mother had typed, Payment required by Friday at 6 p.m. Madison is counting on you.<\/p>\n

Rebecca stared at the screen until the words blurred.<\/p>\n

People like her parents did not ask for help.<\/p>\n

They invoiced obedience.<\/p>\n

They put family in the subject line and control in the attachment.<\/p>\n

That night, Charlotte started texting too.<\/p>\n

You always make everything about you.<\/p>\n

\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

Madison is crying.<\/p>\n

Do you know how selfish this is?<\/p>\n

Rebecca wrote back only once.<\/p>\n

Emma is in critical condition.<\/p>\n

Charlotte replied, Kids fall all the time.<\/p>\n

Then came another message.<\/p>\n

Madison asked why Aunt Becca hates her.<\/p>\n

\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

Rebecca turned her phone facedown on the hospital blanket and looked through the glass at her daughter.<\/p>\n

Emma\u2019s hair had been partly shaved.<\/p>\n

Her face looked pale beneath the oxygen mask.<\/p>\n

Tubes ran from places Rebecca could not look at for long.<\/p>\n

The hospital wristband looked too big on her tiny wrist.<\/p>\n

The bed looked too big for her body.<\/p>\n

Everything in that room looked built for the wrong size of sorrow.<\/p>\n

\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

Marcus stayed beside the bed as long as the nurses allowed.<\/p>\n

When they made him step out, he stood with his forehead against the wall, silent.<\/p>\n

Rebecca wanted to tell him he could fall apart.<\/p>\n

She wanted to tell him she was falling apart too.<\/p>\n

Instead, she kept signing forms.<\/p>\n

Hospital intake updates.<\/p>\n

Medication consent.<\/p>\n

\n
<\/div>\n<\/div>\n

Insurance paperwork.<\/p>\n

A family contact sheet with boxes that suddenly felt loaded.<\/p>\n

Mother.<\/p>\n

Father.<\/p>\n

Emergency contact.<\/p>\n

Rebecca wrote Marcus first.<\/p>\n

Then Josh.<\/p>\n

Not her parents.<\/p>\n

That felt like betrayal for three seconds.<\/p>\n

Then it felt like the first sane thing she had done all day.<\/p>\n

Marcus\u2019s brother Josh drove in before sunrise with chargers, hoodies, snacks, and a quiet fury that made the room feel less lonely.<\/p>\n

He did not ask Rebecca why she had not called sooner.<\/p>\n

He did not tell Marcus to stop blaming himself.<\/p>\n

He stood beside Emma\u2019s bed, looked at her tiny hand wrapped in tape, then looked at both of them.<\/p>\n

\u201cThis isn\u2019t normal,\u201d he said. \u201cNone of this is normal.\u201d<\/p>\n

It was the first honest sentence anyone near Rebecca\u2019s family had said in years.<\/p>\n

The next day, at 2:12 p.m., her father called again.<\/p>\n

Rebecca stepped into the ICU hallway, one hand still holding the folded hospital visitor badge.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat bill still isn\u2019t paid,\u201d he snapped. \u201cWhat exactly is the hold up?\u201d<\/p>\n

Something in her went colder than fear.<\/p>\n

\u201cMy daughter is in intensive care,\u201d she said. \u201cIf you ask me for one more cent while she is lying here, do not ever contact me again.\u201d<\/p>\n

He laughed under his breath.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou don\u2019t get to talk to us that way.\u201d<\/p>\n

Rebecca hung up.<\/p>\n

Her hand shook after she did it.<\/p>\n

Not because she regretted it.<\/p>\n

Because her body had spent thirty-four years learning that hanging up on her father meant consequences.<\/p>\n

The consequences arrived the following afternoon.<\/p>\n

Rebecca heard her mother\u2019s voice at the nurses\u2019 station before she saw her.<\/p>\n

Sharp.<\/p>\n

Offended.<\/p>\n

Certain the world owed her an exception.<\/p>\n

\u201cI am her grandmother,\u201d Carol said. \u201cI do not need permission to see my own granddaughter.\u201d<\/p>\n

A nurse answered in the careful voice hospital staff use when someone is about to become a problem.<\/p>\n

Rebecca stood before Marcus could stop her.<\/p>\n

Her parents swept into Emma\u2019s ICU room dressed like they were headed to lunch.<\/p>\n

Her mother wore a beige cardigan, dark slacks, and the oversized purse she carried like a weapon.<\/p>\n

Her father wore a dark jacket and a look of permanent irritation.<\/p>\n

Neither of them looked at Emma first.<\/p>\n

That was what Rebecca remembered most.<\/p>\n

Not the yelling.<\/p>\n

Not the alarms.<\/p>\n

The fact that they entered a pediatric ICU room and looked for the unpaid invoice before they looked for the injured child.<\/p>\n

\u201cThat bill wasn\u2019t paid,\u201d Carol said. \u201cWhat\u2019s the hold up?\u201d<\/p>\n

The room froze around the sentence.<\/p>\n

The nurse at the doorway stopped with one hand on the chart.<\/p>\n

Marcus\u2019s paper coffee cup crumpled in his grip.<\/p>\n

Josh looked up from the wall phone like he was not sure he had heard a human being say that in a pediatric ICU.<\/p>\n

Emma\u2019s monitor kept beeping, steady and small.<\/p>\n

It was the only thing in the room still doing its job.<\/p>\n

\u201cGet out,\u201d Rebecca said.<\/p>\n

Her voice sounded calm because anger had burned past language.<\/p>\n

Her father folded his arms.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe drove all this way,\u201d he said. \u201cThe least you can do is stop acting hysterical and explain yourself.\u201d<\/p>\n

Rebecca looked at the plastic water pitcher by the sink.<\/p>\n

For one ugly second, she imagined throwing it hard enough to make him finally hear her.<\/p>\n

She imagined the pitcher cracking against the wall.<\/p>\n

She imagined water spreading across the tile while everyone stopped pretending this was normal.<\/p>\n

Instead, she kept her hand on the bed rail and pointed to Emma.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook at her,\u201d she said. \u201cShe almost died. She still might. Leave.\u201d<\/p>\n

Carol barely glanced over.<\/p>\n

\u201cShe is asleep,\u201d she said. \u201cEnough with the theatrics. Charlotte needs that money today.\u201d<\/p>\n

Rebecca reached for the call button.<\/p>\n

That was when Carol\u2019s face changed.<\/p>\n

Not guilt.<\/p>\n

Not fear.<\/p>\n

Not even shame.<\/p>\n

Calculation.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou would not dare humiliate us,\u201d Carol hissed.<\/p>\n

Then she lunged toward Emma\u2019s bed.<\/p>\n

The nurse shouted, \u201cStop!\u201d<\/p>\n

Carol\u2019s fingers closed around the clear plastic oxygen mask.<\/p>\n

For one impossible heartbeat, Rebecca\u2019s mind refused to understand what her eyes were seeing.<\/p>\n

Then Carol yanked.<\/p>\n

The mask came away from Emma\u2019s face.<\/p>\n

The tubing snapped tight.<\/p>\n

Carol flung the mask toward the foot of the bed, where it hit the metal rail with a hard plastic crack.<\/p>\n

The monitor changed instantly.<\/p>\n

The steady little beep became sharp and fast.<\/p>\n

The sound cut through Rebecca in a way she still heard in her sleep months later.<\/p>\n

Marcus made a noise that was not a word.<\/p>\n

Josh grabbed Carol\u2019s wrist before she could touch the bed again.<\/p>\n

The nurse moved so fast Rebecca barely saw the motion, one hand going to the emergency button, the other reaching for the oxygen mask.<\/p>\n

Carol twisted toward Rebecca, red-faced and furious.<\/p>\n

\u201cWell, she\u2019s gone now,\u201d she snapped. \u201cYou can come with us.\u201d<\/p>\n

The sentence did something to the room.<\/p>\n

Even Rebecca\u2019s father seemed to understand, finally, that Carol had stepped beyond anything he could explain away.<\/p>\n

His face went pale.<\/p>\n

\u201cCarol,\u201d he whispered. \u201cWhat did you do?\u201d<\/p>\n

The nurse got the mask back over Emma\u2019s face.<\/p>\n

Another staff member appeared at the doorway.<\/p>\n

Then another.<\/p>\n

The room filled with motion, hands, orders, and the high mechanical panic of a machine trying to keep a little girl breathing.<\/p>\n

Rebecca did not remember stepping forward.<\/p>\n

She remembered the bed rail under her palms.<\/p>\n

She remembered the cold metal biting into her skin.<\/p>\n

She remembered looking at her mother and realizing something that should have broken her heart but instead made her steady.<\/p>\n

This woman did not love her.<\/p>\n

Maybe she never had in any way that mattered.<\/p>\n

Love does not rip air from a child to collect a birthday invoice.<\/p>\n

Love does not call cruelty family and expect applause.<\/p>\n

The nurse turned to Rebecca.<\/p>\n

\u201cDo you want hospital security called?\u201d<\/p>\n

Rebecca looked at Emma.<\/p>\n

Then she looked at Marcus, whose face had folded in on itself.<\/p>\n

Then Josh, still holding Carol back with both hands.<\/p>\n

Then her father, who suddenly looked old and very small.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d Rebecca said.<\/p>\n

It was the clearest word she had spoken in two days.<\/p>\n

Hospital security arrived within minutes.<\/p>\n

Carol tried to talk over everyone.<\/p>\n

She said Rebecca was unstable.<\/p>\n

She said she was emotional.<\/p>\n

She said the family was under stress and the nurse had misunderstood.<\/p>\n

But the nurse had already documented the incident.<\/p>\n

The monitor alarm was time-stamped.<\/p>\n

The staff response was logged.<\/p>\n

Emma\u2019s chart reflected the oxygen disruption.<\/p>\n

There are moments when truth does not need a speech because it has paperwork.<\/p>\n

This one had alarms, witnesses, and a hospital record.<\/p>\n

Security escorted Carol and Rebecca\u2019s father out of the ICU.<\/p>\n

Carol kept shouting down the hallway.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou are going to regret this, Rebecca!\u201d<\/p>\n

Rebecca stood in the doorway and watched her go.<\/p>\n

For the first time in her life, the threat did not make her smaller.<\/p>\n

It made the room clearer.<\/p>\n

Marcus sank into the chair beside Emma\u2019s bed and covered his face.<\/p>\n

Josh put a hand on his shoulder.<\/p>\n

Rebecca stayed standing.<\/p>\n

She was afraid that if she sat down, she might not be able to get back up.<\/p>\n

Later, a hospital administrator came in with a clipboard and a careful expression.<\/p>\n

There would be an incident report.<\/p>\n

There would be visitor restrictions.<\/p>\n

Only approved names would be allowed past the desk.<\/p>\n

Rebecca gave them Marcus\u2019s name.<\/p>\n

She gave them Josh\u2019s name.<\/p>\n

She did not give them her parents\u2019 names.<\/p>\n

The administrator asked if she wanted the event reported further.<\/p>\n

Rebecca looked at the little oxygen mask resting where it belonged again.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n

Her voice did not shake.<\/p>\n

That evening, Charlotte called seventeen times.<\/p>\n

Rebecca did not answer.<\/p>\n

Then the texts came.<\/p>\n

Mom is crying.<\/p>\n

Dad says you had them thrown out.<\/p>\n

Are you seriously doing this over a misunderstanding?<\/p>\n

Madison\u2019s party is tomorrow.<\/p>\n

Rebecca read them from the chair beside Emma\u2019s bed.<\/p>\n

Marcus slept for twenty minutes with his head against the wall.<\/p>\n

Josh had gone to get fresh coffee and came back with a sandwich Rebecca could not eat.<\/p>\n

At 9:38 p.m., Charlotte sent one more message.<\/p>\n

You ruined everything.<\/p>\n

Rebecca looked at Emma\u2019s tiny hand.<\/p>\n

Then she typed back: No. Mom did.<\/p>\n

She blocked Charlotte after that.<\/p>\n

She blocked her father.<\/p>\n

She blocked her mother.<\/p>\n

Her thumb hovered over the final confirmation for only a second.<\/p>\n

Thirty-four years of guilt tried to rise up and stop her.<\/p>\n

Then Emma\u2019s monitor beeped, steady again.<\/p>\n

Rebecca pressed block.<\/p>\n

The next morning, the surgeon said the swelling had not gotten worse overnight.<\/p>\n

It was not a promise.<\/p>\n

It was not a clean miracle.<\/p>\n

It was a small door opening in a hallway that had felt sealed shut.<\/p>\n

Rebecca cried so hard she had to sit down.<\/p>\n

Marcus cried with her.<\/p>\n

Josh stood by the window and wiped his face with the heel of his hand like he was angry at the tears for showing up.<\/p>\n

Emma did not wake up that day.<\/p>\n

Or the next morning.<\/p>\n

But her numbers held.<\/p>\n

Her breathing steadied.<\/p>\n

The nurses began saying cautious things in cautious voices.<\/p>\n

Rebecca learned to live on cautious things.<\/p>\n

Weeks later, when Emma finally opened her eyes, she did not say anything at first.<\/p>\n

She blinked slowly, confused by the lights, the tubes, the room, and her mother\u2019s face hovering above her.<\/p>\n

Rebecca pressed her lips to Emma\u2019s small hand and whispered, \u201cHi, baby.\u201d<\/p>\n

Emma\u2019s fingers moved once against hers.<\/p>\n

It was not a movie ending.<\/p>\n

Recovery was not soft music and instant healing.<\/p>\n

It was physical therapy.<\/p>\n

It was follow-up scans.<\/p>\n

It was nights when Emma cried because her head hurt.<\/p>\n

It was Marcus waking up from nightmares and walking to her room just to check her breathing.<\/p>\n

It was Rebecca flinching at certain alarm sounds in grocery stores.<\/p>\n

It was paperwork, appointments, and learning that survival still leaves a family with work to do.<\/p>\n

But Emma was alive.<\/p>\n

And Rebecca\u2019s parents were not allowed near her.<\/p>\n

The incident report remained in the hospital file.<\/p>\n

The visitor restriction remained active.<\/p>\n

The family Rebecca had been born into tried to rewrite what happened, of course.<\/p>\n

Carol told relatives Rebecca had overreacted.<\/p>\n

Her father said the nurse had been dramatic.<\/p>\n

Charlotte said everyone was emotional because Emma\u2019s accident had created stress around Madison\u2019s party.<\/p>\n

Rebecca did not argue with them.<\/p>\n

She had spent her whole life trying to win arguments with people who treated truth like a negotiation.<\/p>\n

This time, she let the record speak.<\/p>\n

The hospital notes.<\/p>\n

The witness statements.<\/p>\n

The call logs.<\/p>\n

The invoice.<\/p>\n

The text messages.<\/p>\n

People like her parents put family in the subject line and control in the attachment.<\/p>\n

Rebecca finally learned she did not have to open either one.<\/p>\n

Months later, Emma came home.<\/p>\n

Not fully healed.<\/p>\n

Not unchanged.<\/p>\n

But home.<\/p>\n

The backyard treehouse was gone by then.<\/p>\n

Marcus took it apart himself, board by board, even though Rebecca told him he did not have to.<\/p>\n

He said he needed to.<\/p>\n

Josh helped him carry the pieces to the curb.<\/p>\n

Rebecca watched from the porch with Emma tucked under a blanket beside her.<\/p>\n

A small American flag moved softly near the mailbox across the street.<\/p>\n

A school bus groaned around the corner.<\/p>\n

Somewhere nearby, somebody was mowing their lawn like the world had not almost ended in that backyard.<\/p>\n

Emma leaned against Rebecca\u2019s side.<\/p>\n

\u201cMommy,\u201d she whispered, \u201ccan we have grilled cheese?\u201d<\/p>\n

Marcus heard her from the driveway.<\/p>\n

He turned around so fast one of the broken boards slipped from his hand.<\/p>\n

For a second, nobody moved.<\/p>\n

Then Rebecca laughed and cried at the same time.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes,\u201d she said. \u201cWe can have grilled cheese.\u201d<\/p>\n

That night, Rebecca made two sandwiches.<\/p>\n

Marcus made one and burned it because his hands were shaking.<\/p>\n

Emma ate three tiny bites and fell asleep on the couch under her favorite blanket.<\/p>\n

Rebecca sat beside her and listened to her breathe.<\/p>\n

That was when she understood the difference between peace and silence.<\/p>\n

Silence was what her family had demanded from her for years.<\/p>\n

Peace was the sound of her child breathing safely in the next room.<\/p>\n

She still heard the alarms sometimes in her sleep.<\/p>\n

But she also heard Emma\u2019s voice asking for grilled cheese.<\/p>\n

And every time guilt tried to crawl back through the door wearing her mother\u2019s face, Rebecca remembered the ICU, the mask, the invoice, and the nurse\u2019s question.<\/p>\n

Do you want hospital security called?<\/p>\n

Yes.<\/p>\n

That one word did not fix everything.<\/p>\n

It did something better.<\/p>\n

It ended the part of Rebecca\u2019s life where love meant letting people hurt her child and still calling it family……….<\/p>\n

Continue read next >>> PART2: Grandma Ripped the Oxygen Mask Off a Child Over a Birthday Bill-jeslyn<\/a><\/h1>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

The pediatric ICU was too bright, too cold, and too quiet in all the wrong places. Fluorescent lights buzzed overhead until the sound felt like it had settled into Rebecca\u2019s … <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":2802,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-3811","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-story"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/nexttaleus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3811","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/nexttaleus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/nexttaleus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nexttaleus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nexttaleus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3811"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/nexttaleus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3811\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3814,"href":"https:\/\/nexttaleus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3811\/revisions\/3814"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nexttaleus.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/2802"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/nexttaleus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3811"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nexttaleus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3811"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/nexttaleus.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3811"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}