When my grandmother asked us to celebrate her birthday, I didn’t expect my family to hurt her as they did. They failed to show up, and I couldn’t let it slide.
Grandma, who practically raised me and my siblings, planned her own 83rd birthday brunch despite her poor health. She even handwrote invitations. Despite my efforts to arrive on time, I found her alone and heartbroken. “No one bothered showing up on my birthday,” she admitted, her eyes watering.
I decided to teach my family a lesson. I called them, lying that Grandma had fallen and was in the hospital. Everyone felt guilty and sent money for the fictitious bills. I used the money to surprise Grandma with a dream vacation.
When we returned, I shared our vacation photos, making sure everyone saw. My family was outraged. “You tricked us!” my brother said. “And you broke Gran-Gran’s heart,” I replied.
Now, they never miss an event, but some still resent me. Whenever they complain, I ask, “Do you want to discuss this with Grandma?” Seeing her happy face, I know it was worth it. Was I too harsh, or did they deserve it?
