My DIL Gifted Me a Box of Insects for My 60th Birthday, When She Heard My Announcement At The Party, She Made Herself a Victim
On Martha’s 60th birthday, her daughter-in-law plays a cruel prank that causes chaos at the party. Amid the panic, Martha stays calm, knowing her big announcement will turn the tables.
So, it was my 60th birthday, and I was determined to make it a memorable one—after all, you only turn 60 once, right?
As I flitted from one room to another, making sure everything was in place, I couldn’t help but feel a little anxious. You see, a week ago, my daughter-in-law, Emily, and I had a bit of a blowout and I couldn’t help but feel it would come back to bite me.
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Emily has a gross habit of leaving food out for days—sometimes even weeks. So, I pointed it out to her, thinking she might appreciate the heads-up about potential insect problems. Boy, was I wrong.
“Mind your own business, Martha,” she snapped, her eyes flashing with anger. “You always have something to say about how I run my house.”
I stood there, taken aback. “Emily, I’m just trying to help. You know how quickly pests can—”
“I don’t need your help,” she snarled.
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We hadn’t spoken since. That’s why, when she arrived at my party acting unusually sweet, I felt a knot of suspicion tighten in my stomach.
But I decided to forget about it, focusing instead on enjoying my day with my family and friends.
The party was in full swing when the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it!” I called, hurrying to the door. The mailman handed me a brightly wrapped package with a big “Happy Birthday” label on it. My guests gathered around, their curiosity piqued.
“Open it, Martha!” someone urged.
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With everyone watching, I placed the box on the dining table and carefully lifted the lid. My eyes widened in horror as hundreds of insects—ants, caterpillars, and other creepy crawlies—spilled out, swarming over the table and onto the floor.
Chaos erupted. People screamed and jumped back, knocking over chairs and spilling drinks.
“What the heck?!” my friend Lisa shrieked, swatting at a cockroach crawling up her leg.
“Who would do such a thing?” Aunt Jane gasped.
I knew Emily was behind this, but I said nothing, knowing that she’d soon get payback.
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Everyone fled to the backyard. My friends and family stood around, shaking their heads and murmuring about the audacity of someone pulling such a prank.
“Can you believe it?” Lisa asked, still swatting at imaginary insects. “Who would do something so cruel?”
Aunt Jane, ever the drama queen, clutched her pearls even tighter. “It’s despicable! What kind of person would ruin a birthday party like this?”
As the guests continued to express their disgust and confusion, I knew it was time for my big reveal.
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I clinked my glass with a spoon. “Everyone, may I have your attention, please?”
The crowd quieted down, all eyes turning to me.
“First of all, thank you all for making my 60th birthday so special, despite the… unexpected turn of events,” I began, glancing at the house behind me. “As you all know, reaching this milestone has made me reflect on my life and my future.”
I paused, allowing my words to sink in before dropping the bombshell. “So, I’ve decided it’s time for a change. I’m retiring and moving to the countryside.”
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A collective murmur ran through the crowd. I raised my hand to silence them. “And, I’m giving this house to my son, Mark, and his lovely wife, Emily.”
Gasps echoed around the backyard. Emily’s face turned ashen. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
Mark looked at her, bewildered. “Emily, what’s wrong?”
She stammered, her eyes darting around as if searching for an escape route.
“It… it was supposed to be a joke,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
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Mark’s confusion deepened. “What are you talking about?”
Emily swallowed hard, tears welling up in her eyes. “The insects. It was me. I sent them as a prank. I never imagined we’d end up with the house!”
A stunned silence fell over the guests.
Mark’s face turned crimson with anger. “You did what?”
“It was just a joke!” Emily insisted, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I thought it would be funny. I didn’t think—”
Mark cut her off, his voice cold and furious.
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“You think it’s amusing to ruin my mother’s birthday?” Mark’s jaw clenched tight. “We need to talk. Now.”
He took her by the arm and led her away from the party, leaving the rest of us in stunned silence.
The guests exchanged shocked glances, the weight of the situation settling in. I watched Mark and Emily disappear into the house, feeling a mix of vindication and sadness.
I hadn’t wanted this day to end in such turmoil, but Emily had brought this upon herself.
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Minutes felt like hours, but finally, Emily emerged from the house, her eyes red and swollen from crying. She hurried past us without a word, got into her car, and drove away.
The sound of the engine starting and then fading into the distance felt like the closing of a particularly painful chapter.
Mark returned, his expression a mixture of frustration and resignation. He walked over to me, and I could see the weight of the situation bearing down on his shoulders.
“I’m so sorry, Mom,” he said quietly. “I had no idea she would do something like this.”
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I placed a reassuring hand on his arm. “It’s not your fault, Mark. This is something she’ll need to think about and hopefully learn from.”
The guests, sensing the end of the festivities, began to leave. One by one, they offered their goodbyes, their faces still marked with the shock of the evening’s revelations.
“Take care, Martha. And happy birthday,” Lisa said softly, giving me a hug before she left.
After everyone was gone, Mark and I sat in the now-quiet backyard. The decorations looked sad and out of place in the aftermath of the chaos.
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“What a mess,” Mark sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“It’s a mess, but it’s also a chance to clean up, literally and figuratively,” I replied, trying to offer some comfort. “Sometimes things need to break before they can be fixed.”
In the following days, the house felt emptier. Emily didn’t come back, and Mark was left to deal with the aftermath alone. He threw himself into cleaning up the remnants of the party, as if physical labor could somehow mend the emotional damage.
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One afternoon, as I packed the last of my belongings for the move to the countryside, Mark sat with me in the living room. “I’m really sorry about everything, Mom,” he said, his voice heavy with regret.
I looked at him, seeing the man he had become—the struggles, the growth, and the resilience.
“It’s okay, Mark. This situation isn’t easy for any of us. But sometimes, these difficult moments make us stronger.”
He nodded, a look of determination in his eyes.
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“I just want to make things right with Emily. I need to understand why she did what she did and how we can move forward.”
“I know you will,” I said, giving him a reassuring smile. “And this house—it’s yours now. It’s a place for you to create new memories, to rebuild and grow.”
Moving day arrived, and as I looked around the empty house one last time, I felt a mixture of sadness and hope. This was the place where I had raised my family, where we had shared countless memories.
But it was also a place of new beginnings.
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As I drove to my new home in the countryside, I thought about Mark and Emily. I hoped this incident would be a turning point for them, a chance to reflect on their relationship and the values they wanted to uphold.
In the quiet serenity of the countryside, I found peace. The rolling hills and open skies offered a fresh start, a chance to embrace the next chapter of my life. And as I settled into my new home, I remained hopeful for my son’s future.
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Mark, with a clearer perspective, was beginning to reassess his relationship, striving to build a family founded on understanding, respect, and love.
My 60th birthday had indeed been memorable, not in the way I had expected, but in a way that marked the beginning of something new—for all of us.
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After Mom’s Death, Woman Leaves Sister 3 Dollar Bills and a Note as Her Inheritance – Story of the Day
When Julia and Helga’s father passed away, Helga fought their mother, Mrs. Hanson, for the inheritance. She said some horrible things, and Julie and Mrs. Hanson came up with a shocking plan to teach her a huge lesson.
“HOW DARE YOU?” Helga screamed at her mother, Mrs. Hanson, over the phone. Julia heard the entire thing from the kitchen, even though her mother was using the telephone in the living room and it wasn’t on speakerphone. Julia’s sister was angry that her mother had decided her will.
She would leave Helga 30% of the estate, while Julia would receive everything else. It wasn’t an equal division, but Mrs. Hanson felt that Julia deserved the money more than Helga because they had a better relationship. Helga and her husband had always been greedy and selfish, visiting or calling them only when they wanted something.
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But the older woman was being generous. At first, Helga would not receive anything due to how she spoke to her mother. However, they recently had a set of twin babies at a relatively old age, as Helga was 47 and her husband was 51. Therefore, Mrs. Hanson decided to give her something. Unfortunately, Helga was not happy about it.
“Helga, please don’t yell,” Mrs. Hanson told her daughter on the phone and watched as Julia approached. She decided to put the call on speakerphone from then on.
“I knew you would see reason, Julia. Our mother was so obstinate.”
“MOTHER! You can’t just give everything to Julia! She doesn’t even have children. Don’t you care about the twins? They deserve their share of the money!” Helga exclaimed, not knowing that Julia was listening.
“Helga, it doesn’t matter whether Julia has kids or not. She sacrificed so much of her life to take care of your father and me, whereas you didn’t. Also, you’re married. You have a support system. On the other hand, this is my money, and I get to decide who receives it,” Mrs. Hanson reasoned. But this wasn’t the answer Helga wanted.
“I DON’T CARE WHAT JULIA HAS DONE! YOU KNOW WHAT? I CAN’T WAIT FOR YOU TO DIE, AND I’LL SUE FOR MY SHARE! GOODBYE!” Helga screamed spitefully and ended the call abruptly.
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Mrs. Hanson placed her forehead on her hand and breathed deeply. Julia was finally angry, but she couldn’t show it. She couldn’t believe her sister would say something so horrible to their mother.
“Mom, she’s just angry. She didn’t mean that,” lied Julia to console her mother, but Mrs. Hanson knew the truth. Helga meant it and would fight tooth and nail for a more significant share in the will. Luckily, their lawyer in Washington D.C. told them that as long as Helga received something, she wouldn’t be able to contest it.
Over the next few months, Helga called several times to persuade Mrs. Hanson to change her will. These conversations always ended in huge fights that took a serious toll on the older woman, and Julia became even angrier at her sister.
Finally, their mother died, and Helga made a scene at the funeral, pretending to be in so much distress over her passing. Fortunately, most relatives knew her real character, although they didn’t know how awful she had been during the last few months of Mrs. Hanson’s life.
After the funeral, Helga started calling Julia about the money. They both received their share, but it seemed like her sister was now going to be nasty to Julia until she complied and gave her some more money.
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Finally, Julia came up with a plan. During one phone call, she revealed her idea to Helga. “Ok, listen. I want to move to New York, so I’m going to sell Mom’s house for good. I’ll give you 50% of the sale, although the house is in my name. Does this seem fair?” she asked her sister.
“Oh, that’s fantastic, Julia! Thank you! I knew you would see reason. Our mother was so obstinate. You’re the best aunt to the twins ever. I swear this is all for their future,” Helga gushed over the phone. Julia didn’t know if she was genuinely planning on putting the money towards her children, but it didn’t matter because Julia was lying.
The sale of the house went quickly because it was located in a pretty great area of the capital, and there were tons of buyers. Helga was salivating at the idea of receiving half of the house sale. Julia thought she didn’t deserve it at all.
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“Ok, I’m going to place your part of the money in a bank account, and I’ll send you the details later. Is that alright?” Julia asked her sister when they had coffee right before she left for New York.
“Of course! Of course! Though, I’m going to miss you so much!” Helga said with a smile that Julia didn’t trust at all.
“Cool, well, goodbye,” Julia replied, standing up and giving her sister the most awkward hug in the world. But Helga placed all her acting chops on the embrace, pretending like she was indeed going to miss her sister.
A week after Julia left the state, she finally sent her sister the details to the safety deposit box.
“Your sister couldn’t just wire the money to our account?” Helga’s husband asked, thinking this procedure odd.
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“She’s an idiot. You know that. I’ll go to the bank right now and check things out,” Helga responded, smiling cattily.
But at the bank, she was taken to the safety deposit box and saw three $1 bills inside it. “That’s all?” she asked aloud and finally noticed the note inside next to the bills. It read: “That’s all you deserve.”
Helga’s screams and cries were heard through the entire bank that day. But Julia had blocked her, and they never saw each other again.
What can we learn from this story?
- Greediness leads to nothing. Helga treated everyone horribly and only wanted money. She received nothing in the end.
- Follow your relative’s wishes. Although Helga pestered her terribly, Julia didn’t want to go against her mother’s desires.
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