Son Sees His Old Mother’s Will and Orders Her to Pack Her Stuff Immediately — Story of the Day

A son discovers his mother’s will and what he reads in it makes him tell her to pack her bags immediately and get ready to leave his house.

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Gerald Nizbit stared at the text on his screen in astonishment, then he picked up the phone. “Helen,” he said crisply to his assistant. “Get me my lawyer on the phone, then Margaret Pratt, then my mother — in that order!”

Helen had been Gerald’s personal assistant for ten years, and she knew he wasn’t a particularly patient man, so she immediately started calling his attorney. In his office, Gerald was staring at the screen and shaking his head in disbelief. Oh, he was going to pay her back for this!

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Unsplash

Finally, Helen managed to get hold of the lawyer and put him through. “Sam,” said Gerald crisply. “Old boy, I just wanted to advise you that you committed a faux pas! You sent me my mother’s will for approval instead of sending it to her.”

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On the other side of the line, the lawyer blustered his apologies and embarrassment, but Gerald had said what he wanted to say so he quickly dismissed him and hung up. He sat staring out of his huge floor-to-ceiling window at the snowy New York skyline until the phone rang again.

This time it was Margaret Pratt. Gerald outlined his requirements succinctly, and told her, “I want it for today, Miss Pratt.” He listened to her objecting on the other side of the line then interjected.

“If you can’t get it sorted, I’ll go to someone who can.” The response on the other side of the line made him smile grimly. “This afternoon then, at 17:00,” he said and hung up.

He picked up the internal phone. “Helen, you can get me my mother now,” he said.

Within seconds, the ever-efficient Helen was patching through Mrs. Edith Nezbit. “Mother!” Gerald said. “Have two things to tell you. First of all Sam Kelson sent me your new will by mistake…and I want you to pack your bags immediately.”

Sitting in the lounge of Gerald’s gorgeous house where she lived with him Edith was speechless. “Gerald…Are you upset about the will? Please let me explain…”

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True value is what is attributed by the heart.

“I don’t need your explanations, Mother, I need you to have your bags packed and be ready to leave by 16:00,” Gerald said, and hung up. Edith sat there with her heart pounding. She’d thought Gerald would understand!

He was the youngest of her three children, and the one who’d always stood by her, helped her through the difficulties of life, and when Edith’s arthritis threatened to cripple her this last year, even though she was only 62, had taken her home to live with him.

Edith went upstairs to her room and packed her bags. Yes, she’d left all her money to her two older children, but she honestly thought Gerald would understand. Edith stared at her suitcase with tears blurring her vision.

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She had hurt her most beloved and kindest child! She had to explain! Edith called Gerald’s housekeeper to help her with her suitcase and went downstairs to wait anxiously for Gerald.

At 16:00 there he was, punctual as ever. He walked in, gave her a brief peck on the cheek and Edith cried, “Please Gerald. let me explain!”

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“I don’t have time for explanations, Mother. Come,” he said. “Everything is arranged.” He picked up Edith’s bag and carried it out to his car and put it in his trunk. Edith got into the car without a word.

Gerald drove without saying a word. “Where are we going, Gerald?” Edith asked, but Gerald chose that exact moment to turn on the radio and didn’t answer her. Edith looked around. She’d never been to this part of the city before…

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“Listen, Gerald, about the will…” Edith said bravely.

“Oh, the will!” said Gerald, glancing over at his mother and frowning. “The will in which you leave your house and $120,000 in savings to be divided between Amy and Oliver, and I get the old cabin by the lake and grandfather’s photos from the war, and dad’s watch?”

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“Yes…” whispered Edith. “You see…” But right then Gerald stopped the car. They had arrived at what appeared to be a small private airport, and a sleek private jet was waiting.

Gerald turned to Edith, and there were tears in his eyes. “Oh, mom, I understand about the house and the money. Amy and Oliver are struggling and I have more money than I could ever spend.

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“But what you are leaving me, mom, shows me how well you understand me. You know exactly what is important to me and close to my heart. I have all the money I need but the memories you are giving me are precious!”

“But Gerald…” gasped Edith. “I thought you were kicking me out!”

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Gerald grinned. “No such luck! I’m taking you to Tahiti for two weeks. I think it would do your arthritis the world of good, and I could use some quality time with my mom!”

Edith embraced her youngest — and secretly her favorite son, with tears in her eyes. He’d understood! Edith knew that her father and her husband’s keepsakes would be cherished and passed on lovingly by Gerald.

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The two spent a lovely time in Tahiti, and Gerald got himself a tan and even met a lovely girl who was also on vacation and came from New York and it looked to Edith like maybe she wouldn’t have to wait too long for those grandchildren after all!

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What can we learn from this story?

  • Don’t judge people’s intentions by your own fears. Edith was afraid her son would be angry over her will so she thought he was throwing her out.
  • True value is what is attributed by the heart not what something costs. For Gerald, the photos, the watch, and the old cabin were more precious than millions of dollars.

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MIL Stole My ‘Pregnancy Announcement’ and Even Dared to Name the Baby, but I Wasn’t Pregnant — The Real Mother’s Confession Wiped the Smirk off Her Face

There’s nosy, and then there’s Diane-level nosy. But when she found a pregnancy test in my bathroom and made a shocking announcement, she had no idea just how badly it would backfire.

I was halfway through my morning coffee when I heard it—the soft but unmistakable creak of the upstairs floorboards. My grip on the mug tightened.

Woman having coffee in her kitchen | Source: Midjourney

Woman having coffee in her kitchen | Source: Midjourney

That wasn’t right. My mother-in-law, Diane, was supposed to be using the downstairs guest bathroom. She had no reason to be upstairs.

Frowning, I set my mug down and took the stairs, two at a time. A weird feeling crawled up my spine—part annoyance, part unease. As I rounded the corner into the master bedroom, I froze.

Diane stood in my master bathroom, staring at the counter. No, not just staring—she was fixated. My stomach twisted.

Woman standing snooping around in a huge master bedroom | Source: Midjourney

Woman standing snooping around in a huge master bedroom | Source: Midjourney

“Diane?” My voice was sharper than I intended. “That’s… not the guest bathroom.”

She turned slowly, and for a split second, I caught her expression—somewhere between guilt and something else. Excitement? Satisfaction? I couldn’t tell. But what really sent a chill through me was the way she smirked.

She didn’t say a word. Just gave me this knowing little glance, brushed past me, and strolled out like she hadn’t just been caught trespassing in my most private space.

I hesitated, then stepped into the bathroom. My eyes followed hers—straight to the pregnancy test on the counter.

Positive.

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Positive pregnancy test | Source: Pexels

A cold, sinking feeling settled in my gut.

She knew.

I let out a slow breath, gripping the edge of the sink.

What the hell was she doing up here? And more importantly… why did she look so damn pleased?

Woman talking to her mother-in-law | Source: Midjourney

Woman talking to her mother-in-law | Source: Midjourney

Two weeks later, we were at Diane’s house for a big family BBQ, and if I had known the insanity that was about to unfold, I would’ve faked a stomach ache to stay home.

The backyard was packed—uncles manning the grill, kids splashing in the pool, even aunts gossiping in the shade. I was sipping my lemonade, trying to enjoy the warmth of the sun despite the uneasy feeling curling in my gut. Diane had been acting… weird. Smug, almost. Like she had a secret she couldn’t wait to spill.

And then, right as everyone was settling down with their food, she stood, clinking her glass.

A woman raising a glass in a toast | Source: Midjourney

A woman raising a glass in a toast | Source: Midjourney

Conversations died down. People turned toward her, waiting, glasses raised.

“To Hayden!” she declared. “To Hayden! May you have a long, healthy life, sweet baby!”

A puzzled murmur rippled through the crowd. My father-in-law frowned. “Who’s Hayden?”

Diane beamed at me, eyes shining with triumph. “Your baby, of course! Since I was the first to find out about your pregnancy, I thought it was only right that I name my first grandchild!”

Silence. Thick, suffocating silence.

People exchanging glances at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

People exchanging glances at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

My throat went dry. I barely registered the stunned expressions around me. Ethan had turned, his jaw tight, his eyes dark with something between shock and betrayal.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” His voice was low, but there was hurt laced in every syllable.

I blinked at him, completely stunned. “Because I’m not pregnant.”

The silence deepened. Then a wave of confused murmurs.

Diane’s smile faltered. “There’s no need to keep it secret, really! I saw the test!”

I stiffened. “What test?”

A woman with a slightly surprised expression, seated at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

A woman with a slightly surprised expression, seated at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

“The one in your bathroom, of course,” she said, her voice still sweet but now tinged with frustration. “There was a positive pregnancy test! You won’t fool me.”

And that’s when it hit me.

Oh.

Oh, no.

I knew exactly whose test that was.

I turned slowly, my stomach twisting into knots, locking eyes with the one person who had been shifting uncomfortably since the toast.

Ethan’s sister.

Woman with a slightly shocked expression at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

Woman with a slightly shocked expression at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

Her face was pale, her grip on her wine glass trembling slightly. And just like that, the entire BBQ exploded into chaos.

But over the noise, over the shouting and gasps, I only heard one thing—Ethan’s sister, whispering under her breath:

“Oh, my God.”

The world seemed to freeze. The laughter, the clinking of silverware, the soft hum of conversation—gone. All that remained was the weight of Megan’s words, hanging in the air ready to drop.

People seated at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

People seated at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

Diane looked like she had just been slapped across the face. Her glass trembled in her grip. “Wh-what?” she choked out.

Megan, arms crossed over her chest, squared her shoulders. “You heard me,” she said, voice even. “It was mine. Mom, Dad! I’m pregnant.”

A sharp inhale swept through the family. Someone’s fork clattered onto their plate. My father-in-law, Thomas, blinked his jaw slack.

Diane opened and closed her mouth like a fish, but no words came out. When she finally found her voice, it was small and shaky. “Megan, sweetheart, you—you must be joking.”

A senior woman with a shocked and disappointed expression | Source: Midjourney

A senior woman with a shocked and disappointed expression | Source: Midjourney

Megan let out a dry laugh. “Oh, yeah. Real funny.” Her eyes flashed. “I didn’t tell you because you said—and I quote—you’d kill me if I got pregnant before graduating.”

Gasps, then more whispers. Diane’s face drained of color. “I never said that!”

“Yes, you did, Mom.” Megan’s voice was cold, firm. “And guess what? The people who actually supported me were my brother and his wife.” She gestured toward Ethan and me. “They didn’t judge me. They didn’t threaten me. They let me breathe.”

Couple seated at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

Couple seated at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

Diane looked around frantically as if searching for someone to back her up, but the family just stared—some shocked, some uncomfortable. My father-in-law rubbed his temples, exhaling slowly.

“Megan…” Diane’s voice wavered. “Why—why didn’t you just come to me?”

Megan let out a sharp laugh, shaking her head. “You really want me to answer that?”

Diane swallowed. Her perfect little family image was crumbling right before her eyes.

Megan sighed, rubbing her forehead. “Look, I wasn’t ready to tell anyone, but thanks to you, here we are.” Her glare was razor-sharp. “You were so obsessed with a pregnancy that wasn’t even real, and now that one is, you can’t handle it?”

Woman with a slightly shocked expression at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

Woman with a slightly shocked expression at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

Diane opened her mouth, but Megan wasn’t done.

“You named my baby, Mom. You gave a speech about Hayden like you were the one carrying them.” Megan shook her head in disbelief. “Do you even hear yourself?”

Diane’s lips trembled. “I—I just—”

“No,” Megan interrupted. “You just made this about you, like always.”

The silence that followed could’ve shattered glass.

Diane opened her mouth, then shut it again. She struggled to find words, but nothing came out. She looked utterly, completely lost.

Disappointed senior woman at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

Disappointed senior woman at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

Megan, however, was just getting started. She crossed her arms, tilting her head in mock curiosity. “Oh, and about the baby’s name?”

Diane blinked rapidly, still reeling.

“Yeah,” Megan continued smoothly, glancing around at the stunned family before landing her gaze back on her mother. “I’m either naming them after my brother—” she nodded toward Ethan, “—or after my only real supporter.”

Then, to my absolute delight, she turned to me, flashing a wicked little grin. “Which means Hayden is out.”

A woman slightly smiling while seated at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

A woman slightly smiling while seated at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

I couldn’t stop the slow smirk that curled on my lips as I took a deliberate sip of my drink. The lemonade was crisp, refreshing, and tasted exactly like revenge.

Diane’s expression twisted—horrified, humiliated, powerless. For once, she wasn’t in control.

Thomas let out a long sigh, rubbing his face. “Jeez,” he muttered under his breath.

Diane, desperate to claw back some dignity, finally snapped, “Well, that’s just ridiculous! Naming your child out of spite?”

Megan raised a brow. “Oh, you mean like how you tried to name my child before even knowing if they existed?”

Diane tried to explain herself but no words came out.

Disappointed senior woman at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

Disappointed senior woman at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

Megan, satisfied, grabbed her plate and turned toward the buffet table. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’d like to actually enjoy the BBQ before Mom self-destructs.”

Ethan clapped a hand over his mouth, but I saw the way his shoulders shook with barely contained laughter.

Diane looked at me then, her eyes pleading, like I was supposed to help her. I simply raised my glass and took another slow sip.

Maybe next time, she’d learn that sticking her nose where it didn’t belong might just blow up in her face.

Diane turned red, fists clenching at her sides.

Then, through gritted teeth, she spat, “I need another drink.”

Disappointed senior woman | Source: Midjourney

Disappointed senior woman | Source: Midjourney

The aftermath of that disastrous BBQ was nothing short of spectacular. Diane, humiliated beyond belief, barely spoke for the rest of the night. She sulked in the corner, sipping wine with a tight-lipped expression. The rest of the family awkwardly tried to pretend they hadn’t just witnessed the most dramatic pregnancy announcement of all time.

Megan, on the other hand, looked lighter, like an unbearable weight had finally lifted off her shoulders. Ethan and I stuck by her side for the rest of the evening, shielding her from Diane’s lingering glares.

A woman slightly smiling while seated at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

A woman slightly smiling while seated at a dinner table | Source: Midjourney

Over the next few weeks, Diane tried to do damage control, but it was too late—the family knew the truth. Some relatives sided with her, mumbling about “respect for parents,” but most saw through her antics.

Megan moved forward with her pregnancy on her terms, setting firm boundaries with her mother. As for me? Well, let’s just say Diane no longer snoops around my house anymore. One unexpected pregnancy scandal was enough to teach her that lesson.

Senior woman in deep thoughts holding a glass of wine | Source: Midjourney

Senior woman in deep thoughts holding a glass of wine | Source: Midjourney

Thought this was wild? Oh, just wait. Picture this: your MIL invites you, your husband, and your kids on a family trip. Sounds nice, right? Except, at the airport, she drops a demand so insane, it could ruin everything.

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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