When my sister Laura shattered my son Ethan’s prized guitar — the one he’d spent two years saving for — I knew I couldn’t let it slide. It wasn’t just a guitar she broke; it was his dream. What followed was a lesson in respect and consequences she’ll never forget.
Have you ever watched someone’s dream get ripped apart in seconds? I did, and let me tell you, it’s a gut-punch you don’t forget. My son Ethan’s 14th birthday was supposed to be perfect. Instead, it turned into a nightmare, all thanks to my sister Laura.
A sad teenage boy on his birthday | Source: Midjourney
“Mom,” Ethan had whispered to me years ago, his eyes fixed on that gleaming guitar in the music store window. “One day, I’m gonna play just like that man on TV. I promise.”
Ethan, my sweet boy, had been dreaming of a guitar since he was little. But guitars don’t come cheap, and as a single mom, I couldn’t just buy him one. So, when he was 11, I told him, “You really want that guitar? You’ll have to work for it, bud.”
“How long will it take?” he’d asked, his voice trembling with determination.
“However long it takes, honey. But I know you can do it.”
And he did. For two years, he did odd jobs for neighbors. He mowed lawns, watered their plants, shoveled snow, skipped out on candy and toys, and saved every penny of birthday money he got. He worked harder than some grown men I know.
A boy watering plants | Source: Freepik
By his 13th birthday, he was still $200 short, so I pitched in the rest, and we walked into that music store together. You should’ve seen his face when he held that guitar for the first time — it was pure joy.
“Mom,” he’d whispered, cradling it like it was made of glass. “It’s even better than I dreamed.”
Over the next year, he taught himself to play. Every night, his fingers were raw, but he didn’t care. He’d watch YouTube videos, rewind them a hundred times if he had to, just to get it right. By the time he was 14, he wasn’t just good; he was incredible.
“Does it hurt?” I’d ask, watching him massage his fingertips after practice.
“Yeah,” he’d smile, “but it’s a good kind of hurt. Like I’m earning something.”
A boy playing a guitar | Source: Pexels
At school, he became “the kid with the guitar.” People started noticing him, and his confidence shot through the roof. That guitar wasn’t just an instrument — it was his pride, passion, and the most precious thing he’d poured his heart into.
Then there was Jimmy, my sister Laura’s son, who attended the same school as Ethan.
Jimmy’s the same age as Ethan, but they couldn’t be more different. Jimmy saw Ethan getting all this attention, and suddenly, he wanted a guitar too.
A furious boy | Source: Midjourney
The thing is, Jimmy wasn’t willing to put in the work. Laura bought him a guitar, but it mostly sat in the corner of his room gathering dust.
The trouble started at Ethan’s 14th birthday party. He’d been practicing this one song for weeks — a little surprise performance for everyone.
“I’m nervous, Mom,” he confessed just before the party. “What if I mess up?”
“Baby, you’ve worked so hard for this moment. Just play from your heart, like you always do.”
A cheerful woman | Source: Midjourney
He stood there in front of our family and friends, his guitar in hand, and poured his heart into every note. It was flawless, and I have to admit, it brought tears to my eyes.
When he finished, the room erupted in applause. He was beaming, and I couldn’t have been prouder. But then Laura, with her big mouth, chimed in.
“That was amazing, Ethan! Jimmy, why don’t you show everyone what you’ve been working on? Ethan, be a sweetheart and hand your guitar to Jimmy, would you?”
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Ethan froze. His knuckles whitened around the neck of his guitar. He looked at me, silently pleading. But I’ve always taught him to be generous and kind, so I gave him a small nod. With hesitation written all over his face, he handed his prized possession to Jimmy.
Jimmy strummed it awkwardly, and it was clear within seconds that he couldn’t play a single chord. The other kids started snickering, and poor Jimmy turned beet red. I felt bad for him, but Laura made things ten times worse.
“Let me see that,” she said, snatching the guitar from Jimmy’s hands. Then, with one careless, frustrated motion, she tossed it toward the couch and hissed, “It’s just a cheap guitar anyway!”
She MISSED.
The guitar SMASHED AGAINST THE WALL INSTEAD with a sickening CRACK and fell to the floor in splinters.
A shattered guitar | Source: Pexels
“No, no, no!” Ethan’s voice cracked as he rushed toward his broken dream. “Please, no…”
The room went dead silent. Ethan’s face crumpled, and his hands flew to his mouth like he was trying to stop himself from crying. But it was no use. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he stared at the broken pieces of what he’d worked so hard for.
Laura had the nerve to say, “Oh, I didn’t mean for that to happen. I was aiming for the couch.”
A woman smirking | Source: Midjourney
“You DESTROYED it,” Ethan retorted. “Two years of work… gone. Just like that.”
“Come on, Ethan! It’s just a stupid guitar. Your mom can always get you another one!”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. Before I could even process what had just happened, Laura grabbed Jimmy and left the party, leaving me to pick up the pieces of my son’s shattered dreams.
An angry boy | Source: Midjourney
That night, as I held Ethan while he cried, I made him a promise: “I’ll fix this. I don’t know how yet, but I’ll fix it.”
“It won’t be the same,” he sobbed into my shoulder. “That guitar… it was special. It was mine. I earned it.”
“I know, baby,” I whispered, fighting back my tears. “I know.”
The next morning, I woke up still furious. I texted Laura, trying to stay calm.
“You need to replace Ethan’s guitar,” I wrote.
Her reply made my blood boil. “It was an accident, Alice. And honestly, Ethan shouldn’t have embarrassed Jimmy like that. If he hadn’t shown off, none of this would’ve happened.”
A furious woman | Source: Midjourney
“Shown off?” I typed back, my hands shaking. “He worked for TWO YEARS to earn that guitar. TWO YEARS of his childhood, Laura. And you destroyed it in seconds because your son felt embarrassed?”
Excuse me?! My son SHOWING OFF? I could hardly believe the words on my screen.
I started typing a scathing response but stopped myself. I wasn’t going to argue with her. It was of no use. Instead, I decided to hit her where it hurt most: her precious reputation.
You see, Laura lives for appearances. She’s one of those women who needs to be the “perfect mom” and the “favorite aunt.” So, I shared about what happened and her so-called “carefree” attitude right in our family group chat.
Close-up shot of a woman using a phone | Source: Unsplash
I uploaded a picture of Ethan holding the broken guitar, his face red and puffy from crying. Underneath, I wrote:
“My son Ethan spent two years working his butt off to save for this guitar. Last night, his own aunt destroyed it. He’s heartbroken.”
Relatives started chiming in immediately, asking what happened. Laura tried to brush it off. “It was an accident! I was aiming for the couch!”
But then someone shared a video from the party. The clip showed Laura snatching the guitar and hurling it. You could hear the CRACK as it hit the wall. Her face twisted in frustration, and it was clear as day that it wasn’t some innocent mistake.
The group chat exploded. People were furious. “How could you do that?” “You owe Ethan a new guitar!”
But Laura’s excuses weren’t cutting it.
A shocked woman holding her phone | Source: Midjourney
“I can’t believe you’d humiliate your own nephew like this,” our cousin Sherine wrote. “A child’s dream isn’t a toy to be thrown away when it makes your son uncomfortable.”
And yet, Laura still tried to defend herself. “It was an accident!” she insisted. “I wasn’t trying to break it. People are blowing this way out of proportion.”
But I wasn’t done.
A few weeks later, Ethan had a performance at a local charity event. He’d been practicing with a borrowed guitar, and I’d never seen him so nervous.
“I don’t know if I can do this, Mom,” he confessed backstage, his hands trembling. “What if I mess up? What if they laugh at me like they laughed at Jimmy?”
I took his face in my hands. “Listen to me, Ethan. You are stronger than anyone I know. You didn’t just learn to play guitar — you earned every single note. Now go out there and show them what real passion looks like.”
When he stepped on that stage, something shifted. The moment he started playing, all that fear melted away.
A delighted boy playing a guitar on the stage | Source: Midjourney
He was incredible. The audience gave him a standing ovation. But what made it even better? Laura was in the crowd, and I could see her squirming in her seat as people whispered around her. “Isn’t that her nephew? Didn’t she break his guitar?”
“That poor boy,” I heard someone whisper. “Can you imagine working so hard for something only to have your own aunt destroy it?”
By then, I’d already launched a fundraiser to replace Ethan’s guitar. I’d shared his story — how he’d worked so hard and how his dream had been shattered. Donations poured in. And within days, we had enough money for a custom-built guitar.
A guitar on display | Source: Pexels
When the guitar was ready, I invited the family over for a small dinner. Ethan stood in the living room, holding his new instrument, and played a song he’d written himself. When he finished, everyone cheered.
Everyone except Laura, who sat in the corner, staring at her plate.
“This song,” Ethan announced, his voice steady and clear, “is called ‘Rising from the Broken Pieces.’ Because sometimes when things break, they come back stronger.”
A frustrated woman seated at a dining table | Source: Midjourney
As the night wound down, I leaned in close to her. “You know,” I said, my voice low, “it would’ve been a lot cheaper if you’d just paid for the guitar in the first place.”
She didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to.
“And Laura?” I added, making sure only she could hear me. “Next time you want to teach someone a lesson about showing off, remember this moment. Remember how it feels to be the one everyone’s whispering about.”
Ethan’s dream was back, stronger than ever. And Laura? She learned that some things like respect and hard work can’t be broken as easily as a guitar.
That night, as I passed Ethan’s room, I heard him playing softly. The melody was different now — more confident, more resilient. Just like him.
A cheerful boy playing a guitar in his room | Source: Midjourney
“Mom?” he called out as I was about to walk away.
“Yes, honey?”
“Thank you for teaching me that some things are worth fighting for.”
I smiled, feeling tears prick in my eyes. “No, baby. Thank you for teaching me what real strength looks like.”
An emotional woman smiling | Source: Midjourney
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Susan Dey’s life after hit TV series “The Partridge Family” and her crush on colleague David Cassidy back in the day
How many of you remember watching “The Partridge Family?” If you were a fan, you were probably enchanted by the beauty of Laurie Partridge who was played by actress Susan Dey.
When Susan was offered the role in the ABC series which lasted for four years, from 1970 to 1974, she didn’t have any experience in acting, but casting her was the right thing to do as she was incredibly talented and it felt like she’d been in front of the camera many times before.
The adventures of the singing family which traveled from place to place to perform in a refurbished psychedelic school bus stole the hearts of many. After it finished in the States, it became a huge hit in the U.K as well and the cast gained huge popularity.
Susan’s colleague, David Cassidy, who played Keith in the show, quickly became a teen idol whom many girls adored. Among all those women who were crazy about him was Susan herself. She had a crush on him for a longer period of time, but the two only started dating after the show was over. Their relationship didn’t last long and they remained good friends until David published his book, C’mon, Get Happy: Fear and Loathing on the Partridge Family Bus, where he shared some intimate details of his relationship with Susan. Among the rest, he said he ended what he had with her because she was too innocent for him.
This made Susan mad. She vowed to never speak to him again and even refused to attend the cast reunion years later.
Since “The Partridge Family,” Susan was part of many movies and TV shows and even wrote a book titled, Susan Dey’s Secrets on Boys, Beauty and Popularity.
Over the years, she earned six Golden Globe and three Emmy award nominations before she won a Golden Globe award for Best Actress for the role of Grace Van Owen in “LA Law.”
According to Worldation.com, Susan turned down the role of Sandy in Grease and Olivia Newton John, who played that role, was offered the role of Laurie in “The Partridge Family” but her manager convinced her not to accept it.
Today, Susan is enjoying a quiet life with her husband and their family in New York where she grew up. She’s no longer under the limelight but she’ll always remain someone who made our young years awesome. No one really forgets such series as “The Partridge Family” no matter how much time passes.
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