Graduation day should be Michelle’s happiest moment, but the celebrations take a nasty turn after she asks for a photo with her biological parents. Michelle’s stepmother flies into a jealous rage and destroys a treasured possession. Should Michelle forgive her?
Every high school student dreams of graduation day, right? I was no different. After years of sleepless nights, endless exams, and countless cups of coffee, I was pumped to finally take my first steps into adulthood.
I never expected one stupid photo would ruin everything.
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Mom was the first to arrive at the ceremony, carrying a huge bunch of pink peonies, my favorite flowers.
“OMG, Mom! You shouldn’t have,” I said, already dipping my head to inhale the sweet scent from the bouquet.
“Nonsense. You’ve worked hard to get here and deserve to be spoiled, Michelle,” she replied.
I pulled my mom into a huge hug. That’s when I noticed my dad and stepmom approaching. Immediately, my stomach started churning.
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Mom and Dad divorced when I was pretty young, and he married Claire, like, a year later. And I was okay with it. Both my parents made sure I felt loved, and I like Claire… most of the time, anyway.
The only problem is Claire and Mom don’t get along at all. Claire is always trying to one-up Mom, or she gets clingy with Dad. It’s seriously awkward.
But this was MY big day, and they’re all adults… there was no way they’d ruin this for me, right?
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“Hey, champ!” Dad called out as he and Claire approached. “Ready to graduate?”
“Absolutely, Dad,” I replied, trying to keep things light and positive as I went to give him a hug.
“Congratulations, Michelle. We’re so proud of you,” Claire said, her smile tight.
“Thanks, Claire,” I responded, “It means so much to have all of you here to celebrate with me.”
“That’s what family is for,” Mom chimed in.
At the time, I didn’t think much of the dark look that passed over Claire’s face as she glanced at Mom.
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The graduation ceremony was a blur of excitement and emotion. Walking across that stage felt surreal, a dream realized. When it was all over, we gathered outside for photos.
That’s when everything exploded.
“Dad, Mom, can we take a picture together? Just the three of us?” I asked.
Claire’s eyes narrowed instantly.
“Why do you want a picture with him and his ex-wife? It’s disrespectful to our marriage,” she snapped, her voice sharp and biting.
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My heart sank. I looked at Claire’s furious expression as my thoughts whirred. Why was this something I needed to explain?
Mom, ever the peacemaker, stepped in. “Michelle just wants a picture with her biological parents. It’s her special day. Let’s try to make it about her happiness.”
Claire’s face twisted with anger. “No, this is ridiculous! I won’t stand for it. My husband shouldn’t be in a picture with his ex-wife.”
I felt the tears welling up.
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“Claire, please,” I said, my voice cracking. “It’s just one photo. For me.”
Instead of relenting, Claire’s face hardened even more. Then she did something truly psycho.
Without warning, Claire grabbed my graduation cap from my head. Before I could react, she ripped the tassel off and crushed the cap in her hands, tearing it apart. The loud, ripping sound echoed, drawing gasps from the crowd around us.
I stood there, stunned and heartbroken, as I watched her destroy one of the most precious symbols of my achievement.
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All my classmates had signed my cap. It was a memento of our shared journey. Now, it was nothing but a pile of torn fabric and shattered dreams.
“Claire, what the hell are you doing?” Dad shouted, turning red in the face. “That was completely out of line! This isn’t about you. This is about Michelle. She’s worked hard for this day, and we’re here to support her.”
Claire looked taken aback, clearly not expecting my dad to side with me so forcefully.
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She didn’t back down or apologize, though. Instead, she turned on her heel and stormed off, leaving us in an awkward, painful silence.
I tried to hold back my tears, but it was no use. My mom wrapped her arms around me, trying to offer some comfort.
My dad looked devastated, his shoulders slumping. “Michelle, I’m so sorry. I had no idea she would react like this. I’ll make it up to you, I promise.”
I nodded, because I knew it wasn’t Dad’s fault, but the damage was done.
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You don’t just get over something as cruel as what Claire did to me. I tried to focus on the love and pride my parents had for me, but my mind kept replaying that moment.
It was hard to shake the sadness and disappointment. I wasn’t a perfect stepdaughter, but I’d never done anything to deserve this.
As we drove home for a small celebration, I couldn’t help but feel bitter. Claire’s jealousy had ruined everything, and I didn’t think I could ever forgive her.
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So, I was astounded she had the audacity to show up at the celebration. Dad tried to act like everything was okay, and Mom fought to keep the celebration going, but the tension was thick.
I took a slice of cake and sat in one corner, glaring at Dad and Claire. I guess he noticed me looking daggers at them, because he soon led her out onto the patio. I immediately hurried over to eavesdrop.
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“…have any idea how much you hurt Michelle?” Dad was saying.
Claire crossed her arms. “I didn’t want to be disrespected. Seeing you with her… it makes me feel like I don’t matter.”
“You tore up your stepdaughter’s graduation cap, Claire!” Dad snapped. “Do you not see how crazy that is? And over something as silly as a photo? My God!”
There was a long pause. I watched Claire closely as her face scrunched up. I was fully expecting her to go off again, but what she said next blew me away.
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“You’re right,” Claire muttered. “I-I don’t know what I was thinking. I just saw red.”
“I love you, Claire, but this is the last straw. If you can’t get a handle on your insecurities, then this relationship is doomed,” Dad said, his tone softening a bit. “What you did to Michelle was completely uncalled for, and I won’t stand by and let it happen again.”
“It won’t.” Claire blinked away tears as she took Dad’s hand in hers. “I promise. Please, say you’ll forgive me?”
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My dad sighed, the tension easing a bit. “It’s not too late to change, but I’m not the one you should be asking for forgiveness.”
Claire nodded, looking genuinely sorry. “I’ll find a way to fix this.”
I’d heard enough, so I slipped away before they could notice me. I was still mad at Claire and couldn’t imagine anything she could do now to make up for ripping my cap to shreds.
Later that evening, Claire proved me wrong.
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I was staring out the window, daydreaming about starting college in the Fall, when Claire approached me, holding something behind her back.
“Michelle, can we talk?” she asked softly.
My knee-jerk reaction was to tell her to get lost, but I was curious, so I nodded instead.
She sat beside me and pulled out a brand-new graduation cap. “I got all your classmates to sign it,” she said. “I’m really sorry for what I did, and I hope you’ll forgive me.”
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I took the cap from her. Attached to it was a note: ‘Michelle, what I did to you was awful, but I hope you’ll find it in your heart to let me fix it. I’m truly sorry for hurting you. Love, Claire.’
“You ruined what was supposed to be one of the happiest days of my life,” I said, tears flowing down my cheeks as I spoke. “Do you truly mean this apology, or are you just trying to make sure Dad doesn’t dump you for acting crazy?”
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Claire nodded earnestly. “I mean it, Michelle. I promise.”
Maybe I’m crazy, but I decided to give her a chance. First, I made her work for it. I asked her to take a photo of me with Mom and Dad while I held my new cap. To my surprise, she agreed.
“Now, for the whole family,” I said with a smile as I gestured to Claire to join us.
Do you think I did the right thing by forgiving my stepmom?
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A bus driver mocks a breastfeeding mom on his bus and is surprised to see her being greeted by his son at the next stop. Moreover, the son is unexpectedly in a wheelchair.
Keith was behind the wheel, ferrying passengers across the city, when a young lady with a baby boarded the bus. Keith’s lips curled into a sly smirk.
Babies were too unpredictable and could start bawling at any moment. So nothing was worse to Keith than putting up with the baby’s loud cries during rush hour.
As the lady occupied a vacant seat with her toddler, Keith grumbled. “That should stop the child from whining,” he frowned…
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When a stop light arrived, and Keith turned around to check how many people were aboard, he saw the lady breastfeeding her baby. His anger flared, and his cheeks turned crimson red. “Hey, Lady! You can’t do that here!” he yelled.
“Why, of course, I can! I’m nursing my baby,” the mother responded.
Keith looked around at the others and was unsettled. The traffic light turned green, and he started driving, expressing his disapproval of the woman feeding her child.
“Disgusting! Kids think they’re entitled to everything and just display their breasts in front of complete strangers,” Keith mumbled loudly.
Keith’s murmurs intensified as the woman adjusted to cover up her chest. “Youngsters lack respect for others. Since when did breastfeeding in public become the norm?”
The lady overheard everything, and Keith’s discomfort persisted, echoing through the bus.
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A few men near Keith joined in taking a dig at the woman. Keith chuckled, and the mocking continued. “Like I said, no decency! Where’s her husband? Why didn’t anyone in her life teach her some self-respect?” he added.
The woman finished feeding her child and prepared to leave. As the bus doors opened, Keith’s gaze shifted to a man in a wheelchair waiting for her, and his jaw dropped.
“DANIEL?” he gasped, recognizing his son, who was now in a wheelchair. It was only the second time he’d ever seen him. Daniel was perfectly alright seven years ago, and Keith couldn’t understand what had happened to him.
His anxiety surged even more when he realized the woman he had insulted for the last half hour was his daughter-in-law. And the baby…his grandson. Keith’s heart cracked again.
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“Are you going to drive, old man?” a youngster in the back yelled, snapping Keith out of his reverie.
Keith turned around, trying his best to get his job done. But it wasn’t easy, especially when the vision of his life 22 years ago came flashing back into his mind…
“Honey, I’m home,” Keith gleefully cried out to his girlfriend, Sarah. “Ummm! That tastes delicious!” he exclaimed, gobbling a spoonful of pasta.
“I can’t do it, Keith,” she rose. “I want to have this baby.”
“I thought we agreed. You know we’re not ready for a baby yet,” he sighed.
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“I’m already 15 weeks along,” Sarah brushed her belly. “I want this baby. I love him. I…I’m sorry…I can’t.”
Keith was worried now. He tried to explain to Sarah that their one-bedroom flat in the secluded part of town and their minimum wage salaries wouldn’t be enough to raise a baby. But she stood her ground.
“Fine!” Keith eventually agreed. “We’ll figure out something.”
Deep inside, he was haunted by what to do all evening. And that’s when he remembered his best friend, Victor, and left for the pub to meet him.
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“Keith! Where the hell have you been, man?” Victor exclaimed as soon as Keith walked through the door of their favorite bar. They often hung out there, but Keith had refrained from nights out after moving in with Sarah.
“And how’s your girl?” Victor said, downing a drink.
“She’s good, man,” Keith nodded, licking his dry lips. “Is there any job for me…with you? Look, man, I’m ready to do anything. Please…talk to your boss Mr. Abraham. I’m good with cars…”
Keith knew the stakes were high but took up a job pretty soon. Hotwiring a car in less than a minute and stealing parts was a cakewalk for Keith, and soon, money started rolling in.
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Keith and Sarah eventually moved to a new area only a month after he started his new job. They were doing exceptionally well, and one night, when he arrived home, he found Sarah crying on the couch.
“The cops were here, Keith. They asked terrifying questions about you and Victor…and some Mr. Abraham… Why are the cops after you?” she asked.
A lump rose in Keith’s throat. “It’s better if you don’t know,” he said as Sarah’s worst fears were confirmed.
“Jesus! Are you in a gang, Keith? Wha—what if you get arrested? What’s gonna happen to me and our baby if you go down?” She cried.
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“Nothing’s gonna happen,” Keith pressed Sarah’s shoulders. “I’ll take care of it.”
“Really, Keith? You think the cops will spare you?”
Keith’s anger boiled over. “For God’s sake, Sarah! Can’t you see why I’m doing this? I had to bring more money…I’m doing all this for us!”
“Please, stop it,” Sarah cried her heart out, begging Keith to quit his illegal gig and return to the normal, simple life they once lived.
“We need MONEY to live!” he yelled.
“You can make that MONEY by doing something else…NOT THIS!” Sarah shot back as she cried, squinting her eyes. “The baby kicked…Ow!”
Keith calmed down as he cupped her face and looked into her eyes. “Look, babe, I have this huge gig coming up. It could set us up for life. I can’t give up in the middle. I want to give our son everything,” he said.
Sarah’s face contorted. “If you don’t quit this job, you’ll never be able to get out of it. The cops are after you…do you even realize that?”
“Sarah, this is my chance. I don’t want to return to some stupid low-wage job, okay? This is beyond my control. I used to feel low. But now, I have everything they said I could never have.”
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Sarah’s gaze lowered as she clutched her belly tight. “I don’t think this is gonna work out, Keith. You’re not the man I loved,” she sobbed.
“Oh, c’mon! How convenient, Sarah,” Keith lashed out at her expletively. “You enjoyed the money I made…What’s wrong now? Like it or not, I’m not quitting,” he declared, storming out of the room.
It was early morning when Keith returned home from another successful score. “Honey, look…I’m sorry. Things got a bit intense last night…Sarah?” He called out to her over and over.
But still no answer. So Keith hurried to their bedroom, wondering if she was sick or still sleeping, only to find it empty.
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Keith grew anxious as he rang Sarah’s number. But all his calls landed in voicemail. He rummaged through the closet and noticed some of her clothes were gone. All the onesies were missing from the nursery. “Sarah?” Keith panicked and ran around the house, but she was nowhere to be found.
They didn’t have many friends, so Keith thought Victor or the rest of his gang could help find her. Just as Keith frantically pressed the call button on Victor’s number, a loud knock on the front door jolted him.
“Police! Open the door, Mr. Griffith. We know you’re in there,” a cop yelled and banged on the door. “We have an arrest warrant.”
“Argh!” Keith held his head, knowing there was no escape now.
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Keith was arrested and sentenced to 20 years. However, he was released on parole after 15 years owing to good conduct. He didn’t go back to Victor or Mr. Abraham, and all he wanted was to find Sarah and their baby.
Keith tracked down their address and eagerly raced to a suburban area several miles west of their old neighborhood. The beautiful houses and picturesque landscapes pleased his eyes. This was the kind of place he wanted to live with Sarah and their son.
Finally, Keith made it closer to Sarah’s house, and just as he was about to enter the gate, an SUV drove past him. A well-dressed man got down as Keith stood puzzled. “Did I get the address wrong? But the mailbox shows the same number…”
“DAD!” a boy’s voice startled him. Keith looked up, his heart pounding in his chest, and a smile formed on his face.
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Keith’s heart shattered to a million pieces when he saw a teen boy bolting from the front door toward the stranger who had just gotten down from the SUV. And Sarah emerged from the doorway. “Guys, dinner is ready! Hurry!” she chuckled.
“Dad, let’s go,” the boy chirped. “Mom made spaghetti!”
“You’re right, Daniel! Let’s hurry!” Keith watched as the man wrapped his hand around the boy’s shoulder, and they walked inside the house. It could mean only one thing—he was the boy’s stepfather who had taken Keith’s rightful place in Sarah’s and their son’s lives.
Heartbroken, Keith decided to turn around and leave. But he wanted to see how happy they were together. He secretly peeked through the window and saw the teen and his stepdad cheering for a baseball game on TV. Sarah was sitting beside them and looked as beautiful as ever.
As the street lights turned on, Keith gathered his bits and pieces and walked away.
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A blaring horn in the distance snapped Keith to reality as tears rolled down his cheeks. He finished his last route for the night, and the thought of seeing Daniel in a wheelchair broke his heart again. “What happened to my boy? He was fine when I saw him seven years ago…” Keith wondered.
A few days later, he drove to the same address he last saw Sarah and Daniel to find out. He pulled over outside a neighboring house and waited nervously until a knock on his side window startled him.
“Hey, who are you? Why’s your car parked outside my compound? If you don’t leave, I’ll call the cops,” an older lady barked at him.
Keith stepped down from his car with a start. “No, please, ma’am. I just wanted to go there…”
“Go where?” she raised her hands and growled.
“Over there…to that house. I want to meet Sarah and Daniel. I haven’t seen her in years,” Keith clarified.
“Oh, dear,” the older lady’s voice softened. “Don’t you know what happened?”
“Yeah?” Keith’s forehead wrinkled with unease.
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“Sarah and her husband died last year,” the older woman revealed. “Their son Daniel lives with his wife and baby there.”
“WHAT? NO!” Keith’s eyes bulged with shock.
“Car accident. Daniel luckily survived because he was in the backseat. But he can’t walk,” the lady added. “It’s so sad. I saw that boy grow up. They were such a lovely family. And his baby…he won’t ever see his grandparents.”
Keith thanked the woman and regretfully walked past her, heading straight to the front door. He knew it was time to step up and face his son, no matter what. Keith adjusted his voice and sighed deeply before knocking on the door. It creaked open moments later, and Daniel rolled his wheelchair closer.
“Yes?” He looked up at Keith.
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