For one youngster named Teddy, it was supposed to be the finest day of his life, but instead it was a terrible experience. His parents wanted to take him to Lego Land or Disney World for his sixth birthday, but he preferred to celebrate with his pals.
About two weeks prior to the big day, Teddy’s mother reserved a table at Peter Piper Pizza and handed 32 invitations to Teddy’s teacher, asking her to give one to each student in the class. More over half of the parents of the children stated they would bring the kids to the celebration.
Teddy’s mother Sia ordered a large pizza and made gift bags for her son’s buddies for his birthday. Even though everyone was expecting to have a blast, not one of the classmates came up. After over an hour of waiting, the friends had vanished from sight.
Sia was devastated after this. She was inconsolable for her son, who was having a really difficult day on what should have been an enjoyable one.
The New York Post was informed by Teddy’s father, “I was bummed, I was bummed out for sure.”Teddy found it sad that they hadn’t arrived one hour into the celebration because, to him, that was the most important thing. The parents sought to divert their son’s attention with pastimes like arcade games in an effort to lift his spirits.
In an effort to raise awareness that something like this should never happen to anyone, Sia chose to snap a picture of Teddy and post it online. She didn’t anticipate, though, that Teddy’s dejected picture would become so popular and garner so much attention. When she saw how much publicity it garnered, she even regretted posting it.
Teddy received birthday wishes from hundreds of people, many of whom also sent gifts. The Phoenix Suns and the Phoenix Rising MLS team welcomed the family to their forthcoming games as part of their efforts to brighten Teddy’s day a little bit.
Only one parent apologized to Sia on behalf of all the other parents who didn’t bring their kids to the celebration.
Even if this narrative left us feeling let down, it should serve as a reminder to exercise greater consideration and thoughtfulness.
Watch the video below to learn more about the narrative.
My Stepmom Secretly Canceled My Prom Hair Appointment to Ruin My Day, But Her Jaw Dropped When a Limousine Showed Up for Me
Let me tell you—this story is wild, and you won’t believe what happened!
First, a bit of background. I’m Emily, 17, and a senior in high school. I live with my dad, my stepmom Carla, and her son, Mason. Despite everything, Mason and I get along like siblings usually do. But Carla? Well, she can’t stand me, and trust me, the feeling is mutual.
It all started seven years ago when my mom passed away from a cold that wouldn’t go away. Not long after, my dad started dating Carla, and within a year, they were married. I’ll never forget my aunt’s words at the wedding: “Your father didn’t waste any time, did he? And who is Carla anyway? She’s nothing compared to your mom.”
Carla seemed fine at first. She even tried to win me over, but it didn’t take long for the passive-aggressive comments to begin. I remember once, she just stared at me and said, “You look too much like your mother, Emily. It actually pains me to look at you.” She’d add digs like, “No wonder your father gives Mason more attention.” I tried to brush it off, but it stung. My dad? Clueless, of course. He didn’t see how Carla really treated me, and Carla loved that. She could say whatever she wanted with zero consequences.
Fast forward to prom season. Like any other girl, I was dreaming of the perfect night. I had saved up my babysitting money for months and finally bought a gorgeous violet dress—my mom’s favorite color. I had also booked a hair appointment at a fancy salon, where all my friends were getting their hair done too. Everything was set for my magical night… until Carla decided to ruin it.
The day of prom, I showed up at the salon, excited and ready. But the receptionist looked confused when I arrived. “Emily? I thought you canceled your appointment,” she said. I froze. Canceled? I didn’t cancel anything.
Just then, the hairdresser came over and explained that she had received a call earlier that day, supposedly from my “mom,” canceling my appointment. My heart sank, and that’s when I saw her—Carla—sitting there, getting her own hair done, with a smirk on her face. She had canceled my appointment to ruin my day.
Desperate, I asked the stylist if she could fit me in anyway, but there were no openings left. I walked out of the salon in a daze, devastated. My perfect prom night was unraveling before my eyes, and by the time I got home, I was in tears, locked in my room, trying and failing to do my own hair. It looked awful, and I felt defeated. I didn’t even want to go to prom anymore.
But just when I thought the night was ruined, I heard loud honking outside. At first, I ignored it, thinking it was just a car passing by. But it didn’t stop, so I dragged myself to the window—and my jaw dropped. A sleek black limousine was parked in front of our house. Was this for me?
I ran downstairs just as the driver stepped out and asked for “Miss Emily.” My dad, confused, handed me a small card. Inside, in neat handwriting, it read: To my beautiful sister, Emily. I know you’ve had a rough time, but you deserve the best night ever! Enjoy the limo, and don’t worry about a thing. Love, Mason.
Mason? My 11-year-old stepbrother had planned all of this! He overheard Carla canceling my hair appointment, so he took matters into his own hands. Using money Carla had stashed away for a fancy necklace she wanted, Mason rented the limo and even arranged for a neighbor’s daughter—who worked as a stylist—to come over and do my hair and makeup.
Twenty minutes later, I went from crying in my room to looking like a princess. I couldn’t believe Mason had done all of this for me. When Carla pulled into the driveway and saw me stepping into the limo, her face turned red with shock. She had no idea how Mason had outsmarted her, and I wished I had a picture of her expression to hang on my mirror!
Prom turned out to be everything I had hoped for. When I arrived at the venue in the limo, heads turned, and I felt like a star. For the first time in a long while, I felt my mom’s presence with me, and the night was pure magic. As for Carla, I hope she learned her lesson—you can’t mess with someone’s happiness and expect to get away with it, especially when their little brother is there to save the day!
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