My Brother Makes Our Grandma Do Everything around the House — When I Saw Her Washing the Floors I Taught Him a Lesson
When Mike’s careless attitude toward his elderly grandmother reaches a boiling point, his sister devises a cunning plan to teach him a lesson. What starts as a simple party quickly unravels, exposing family tensions and leaving Mike humiliated in front of friends and family.
Hi! My name’s Mia, and here’s my story. My grandma moved into my brother’s house a few months ago after hers was sold. She needed money for medical bills, and living with him seemed like a great idea. She never complained about it, and I thought they were having a great time until I came to visit…
Mia cooks as her grandmother does the dishes | Source: Midjourney
During my first week there, I saw my grandma cook, clean, do laundry, and tend to the yard day after day. Not once did my brother lift a finger to help. Despite Granny’s back problems, he told her to do more and more with this bored, entitled tone.
“Granny, can you iron my shirts?” he would call out from the living room.
“Sure, dear,” she would reply, forcing a smile.
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“Granny, the yard needs mowing,” he would say while playing video games.
“Of course, I’ll get to it,” she would answer, wincing as she stood up.
One afternoon, I found her mopping the floors. Her hands were red and dry, with knuckles sticking through pale skin. She moved slowly, pain evident in every step. That’s when I broke down and decided I couldn’t stay quiet any longer.
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“Grandma, why are you doing all this?” I asked, my voice trembling with anger. “You should be resting!”
She looked up, tired eyes meeting mine. “He needs help, dear. He’s busy with work.”
“Busy?!” I exploded. “He’s playing video games all day! This is not fair!”
Grandma sighed. “I don’t mind. It’s just a little work.”
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But it wasn’t just a little work. It was too much for anyone, let alone an elderly woman with health issues. I knew I had to do something. I decided to organize a party, but not just any party. This would be a party with a twist.
The relationship between my brother and me had always been complicated. Growing up, Mike was the golden child, the one who could do no wrong.
Mike as a child | Source: Midjourney
He was a star athlete in high school, always surrounded by friends and admiration. I, on the other hand, was the quiet, bookish one. I didn’t mind staying out of the spotlight, but it did create a rift between us.
Our parents adored Mike and doted on him, often overlooking his flaws. They saw him as ambitious and driven, while I was seen as the responsible one.
I expected him to help out more around the house. This dynamic followed us into adulthood. When Grandma moved in, I hoped Mike would finally step up and take responsibility.
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“Mike, can you at least help Grandma with the groceries?” I had asked one day when I called to check in.
He had laughed. “She’s fine, sis. She likes to stay busy.”
“She’s not a maid,” I had snapped back, frustration boiling over.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” he had replied dismissively.
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Seeing Grandma now, struggling and in pain, I felt a mix of anger and sadness. Mike had always been self-centered, but this was a new low. I couldn’t stand by and watch any longer.
One evening, I sat down with Grandma after dinner. “Granny, you need to rest. You can’t keep doing all this.”
She patted my hand. “I’ll be fine, sweetie. I’ve handled worse.”
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“But you shouldn’t have to,” I insisted. “Mike needs to learn to help out. This isn’t fair to you.”
She sighed, looking weary. “He’s just used to it. He’s always been like this.”
I shook my head. “That doesn’t make it right.”
As I thought about what to do, an idea formed in my mind. It was bold, maybe even a bit risky, but I knew it had to be done. Mike needed a wake-up call, and I was just the person to give it to him. He couldn’t keep getting away with treating Grandma like this. It was time for a change.
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The plan started to take shape in my mind. I would organize a surprise for Mike, something that would make him see just how much work Grandma was doing. He needed to understand the weight of responsibility and the value of family. And I was determined to make sure he learned his lesson.
On her last day of staying there, I asked my brother Mike for a small party. He agreed, thinking it would be a good way to see old friends.
The party was planned for the evening before I left. Our high school friends, his football team, and even some nostalgic teachers were invited for a BBQ and a celebration.
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As the time when everyone was supposed to arrive approached, I got busy with my plan. I yanked all of Mike’s clothes into the laundry bin and dirtied them with ketchup and dirt. He wouldn’t have anything clean to wear.
Next, I put clean dishes in the sink and covered them with soap and ketchup. I made sure to mess up everything Grandma had been doing for him all this time.
Mike was lounging on the couch, oblivious. “Hey, sis, can you get me a beer?” he called out.
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I rolled my eyes. “Sure, Mike,” I said sweetly. I handed him the beer, knowing chaos was about to unfold.
As the first guests started to arrive, Mike finally noticed the mess. “What the heck happened here?” he muttered, looking around the kitchen. “Grandma, did you forget to clean up?”
Grandma, who was resting in the living room, looked confused. “I’m sorry, dear. I must have missed it.”
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Mike huffed and went to the laundry room. He opened the bin and saw his clothes stained and dirty. “Seriously?” he grumbled. “I have nothing to wear!”
He stormed back into the kitchen, where I was setting out snacks. “What’s going on, sis? Why is everything a mess?” he demanded.
I shrugged. “I don’t know, Mike. Maybe you should ask Grandma.”
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He groaned and grabbed a dirty shirt from the bin, reluctantly putting it on. Guests started coming in, and Mike was running around in his stained clothes, trying to clean up.
“Ugh, my grandma was supposed to clean this already,” he muttered to his friend, Tom. “Because of her, I have nothing to wear!”
Tom raised an eyebrow. “Dude, you’re thirty. Are you serious?” he asked, laughing.
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Another friend, Jake, smirked. “Yeah, man. Do your own laundry. What’s wrong with you?”
Mike ignored them and kept trying to clean up. Grandma, despite her exhaustion, got up to help him. “I’m sorry, Mike. I can help now,” she said, grabbing a mop.
“You should have done this earlier, Grandma. Now everything’s ruined.”
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The room fell silent as everyone watched the scene unfold. Mike’s angry speech echoed in the quiet house. “Why can’t you just do your job, Grandma?” he shouted.
People looked at him in disbelief. One of the old teachers, Mr. Parker, shook his head. “Mike, you should be ashamed. She’s your grandmother, not your maid.”
Mike’s face turned red. He looked around at the judgmental faces of his friends and family. Humiliated, he stomped upstairs and locked himself in his room.
Mad Mike | Source: Midjourney
I turned to Grandma, who looked upset. “Don’t worry, Grandma. Let’s enjoy the night,” I said, giving her a hug.
The guests slowly resumed their conversations, the awkwardness fading away. We enjoyed the BBQ, shared stories, and had a good time. Grandma finally relaxed and laughed with her old friends.
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As the evening went on, I felt a sense of satisfaction. Mike needed to understand what Grandma had been going through. Hopefully, this would be a wake-up call for him to change his ways.
Grandma smiled at me. “Thank you, dear,” she said softly. “I hope he learns from this.”
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“I think he will,” I replied, looking up at the darkened window where Mike had retreated. “He has to.”
Working as a Waitress at a Wedding, I Froze When I Saw My Own Husband Dressed as the Groom — Story of the Day
While serving at a wedding, I suddenly spotted the groom—it was my husband, David. Seeing him with another woman, pretending to be someone else, sent my world crashing down. In that moment, everything I thought I knew about my life was turned upside down.
Oh, weddings… They always had a way of stirring up old memories, bringing me back to that day when David and I said our vows. Our wedding wasn’t anything grand or over the top—far from it, actually.
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We were just two young people in love, not concerned about fancy decorations or a big reception. Even now, after seven years of marriage, those memories still brought a smile to my face.
Working as a waitress for a catering company meant that I was always around weddings. Every time I walked into a beautifully decorated hall, the smell of fresh flowers in the air, I couldn’t help but think back to our simple ceremony. If only I had known how fragile things could be…
That day, just like any other, we arrived early to set everything up before the guests and the newlyweds showed up.
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About an hour later, the guests started arriving, their excited chatter filling the hall as they waited for the bride and groom to return from their photo session. I was in the restroom when Stacy, my colleague, burst in, her face pale with worry.
“Lori, listen,” Stacy said, her voice shaky, “I think you should go home.”
“Go home? Why would I do that?” I asked. “Are you trying to get more shifts for yourself? Sorry, but I need the money just as much as you do.”
Stacy shook her head, looking more nervous than I’d ever seen her. “No, Lori, you don’t understand. I really think you shouldn’t be here.”
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“What are you talking about? Why are you acting so weird?” I said. “Stacy, seriously, what’s going on?”
She bit her lip, glancing toward the hall. “You’re not going to like what you see.”
I headed back to the hall, my mind racing with thoughts of what Stacy had said. My heart nearly stopped when I saw the bride and groom. Stacy was right—I shouldn’t have come.
There, standing in front of all the guests, was David… my David. The man I had shared my life with for seven years, now standing with another woman.
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My breath caught in my throat. I felt like the ground had been ripped out from under me. I couldn’t make sense of what I was seeing. I turned and ran outside, tears streaming down my face. It was like a nightmare, one I couldn’t wake up from.
Outside, I collapsed against the wall, gasping for air. My vision blurred with tears, but I forced myself to look at the sign with the bride and groom’s names: “Welcome to the wedding of Kira and Richard.” Richard? What a liar!
Stacy rushed outside. She tried to speak, to comfort me, but I couldn’t hear her. All I could think about was how he had betrayed me. I wiped my tears away, anger building inside me. I wasn’t going to let him get away with this. No way. I was going to ruin this wedding and expose him for the fraud he was.
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I returned to the hall just as the bride and groom were giving their first toast. My heart pounded in my chest, but I knew I had to do this.
I marched straight up to David and snatched the microphone right out of his hand. He looked at me, his face full of shock and anger, but I didn’t care. He deserved every bit of what was coming.
“I have an announcement!” I shouted into the microphone, my voice echoing through the hall. Every head turned toward me, the room falling into a stunned silence.
The bride, this poor woman, clung to David like he was her lifeline. She looked at me with wide, fearful eyes, clearly not understanding what was happening.
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“David, or as you all know him, Richard, has deceived you all!” I began, my voice trembling with rage. “He’s already married! To me!” The words hung in the air like a bomb that had just gone off. Gasps rippled through the crowd, and I could see the confusion and disbelief on their faces.
“What?” the bride stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. She turned to David, her eyes filling with tears. “Richard, what’s going on? Who is this woman?”
David shook his head, his face a mask of feigned confusion. “I… I don’t know,” he stammered. “I’ve never seen this woman in my life.”
“Seven years of marriage, and you were blind?!” I shouted, feeling my anger boil over.
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“What? What seven years of marriage?” he asked, still trying to play dumb.
“Stop pretending you don’t know me,” I said. “You’re only making it worse, David.”
“My name is Richard!” he shouted back, his voice desperate. “I have no idea who your David is. You’re crazy!”
“Oh, really?” I said, narrowing my eyes. “Then what’s this?” I pulled out my phone, the screen lit up with a picture of our wedding day. I held it up for everyone to see. The room fell into a deeper silence as people strained to get a look.
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The bride, Kira, stepped closer, her eyes locking onto the image. “Richard…?” she asked, her voice trembling. “How could you do this to me? How could you lie to me like this? And to her?” She pointed at me, her hand shaking as tears spilled down her cheeks.
“Kira,” Richard said, his voice softening as he reached for her. “I swear, I don’t know who this woman is or why she has a photo with me. I would never hurt you.”
But the bride shook her head, backing away from him. “I loved you, Richard… or David, or whoever you really are,” she said, her voice breaking. “How could you betray me like this? I don’t even know who you are anymore.”
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“I’m Richard,” he insisted, desperation creeping into his voice. “And I love you, Kira. I’m telling the truth!”
I couldn’t hold back a bitter laugh. “He’s probably only with you for your money,” I said, the words dripping with contempt.
“Shut up!” David yelled, his voice raw with anger and fear.
The bride shook her head, tears streaming down her face. “No, Richard, I can’t do this. I can’t be with someone who could lie like this, who could do something so awful.”
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She turned to me. “I’m sorry,” she whispered. “I really didn’t know.”
“It’s not your fault,” I replied, my voice softening. “He deceived us both.”
“Kira, please,” David begged, but it was too late. She was already turning, running toward the door, her wedding dress trailing behind her like a broken dream.
Without a second thought, David bolted after her. “Kira! Wait!” he shouted as he disappeared through the doors after her, leaving the stunned guests and me standing there in silence.
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I stormed outside, ready to tell David I was done and filing for divorce. But when I found him, he was sitting on the curb, tears streaming down his face.
“Of course, play the drama,” I said, crossing my arms.
He looked up, his face twisted with anger. “You! This is all your fault!” he shouted. “My wife ran away from me, and it’s because of you! Some crazy waitress!”
“I’m the crazy one?!” I yelled back. “You’re the one who married another woman while still being married to me!”
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“I’m not your husband! I’ve never seen you before in my life!”
“Oh, really?” I challenged, pulling out my phone. “Then let’s call David, who you claim you’re not, and see what happens.”
“Go ahead, call him!” he snapped.
I dialed David’s number, putting it on speaker, but the phone just kept ringing. “How strange that you’re not picking up,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm.
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Then, suddenly, the ringing stopped, and I heard his voice. “Yes, dear. Is everything okay?”
“What the…?” I stammered, staring at the man in front of me.
“I told you I’m not your husband!” he said, his voice calmer now, but still tense.
“Honey,” I said into the phone, trying to keep my voice steady, “I think you should come here; something strange is going on.”
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David arrived about half an hour later. For what felt like forever, he and Richard just stood there, staring at each other in complete silence. It was like looking into a mirror—they were identical in every way.
Finally, Richard broke the silence, turning to me with a wry smile. “Well, if I were in your shoes, I would’ve done the same,” he said.
David’s eyes shifted to me, filled with hurt and confusion. “How could you think I would do something like this to you?” he asked quietly.
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“He’s your exact double,” I blurted out, desperate to make him understand.
“Yes,” David replied, his voice soft. “But it still hurts that you thought that.”
“I’m sorry, honey. I was just so angry and hurt,” I said, reaching for his hand.
As it turned out, Richard and David were both adopted from the same orphanage when they were just babies. But they were taken in by different families. They had no idea the other existed. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My husband had a twin brother he never knew about.
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“But that doesn’t change the fact that my wife hates me,” Richard said, his voice filled with despair.
“We’ll fix that,” I replied.
“Yes, get in my car, and let’s go,” David added, already moving toward the car.
“She’ll never forgive me,” Richard muttered.
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“She will when she sees David,” I assured him.
We drove in silence to the hotel where Kira was likely staying. We went to her room, but she wouldn’t let us in. I could hear her crying through the door, and it broke my heart.
We didn’t give up. We stood outside under her window, shouting up at her, trying to get her attention. Finally, she looked out the window, her eyes red from crying.
“Kira!” I shouted, waving my arms to get her attention. “Your fiancé didn’t lie to you! And my husband didn’t cheat on me! Look!” I pointed to Richard and David, who stood side by side, identical in every way.
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Kira’s eyes widened in shock. “How is this possible?!” she shouted down at us.
“We were separated in the orphanage!” Richard shouted back.
For a moment, she just stared at us, then she closed the window, and our hearts sank.
“See? I told you she wouldn’t forgive me,” Richard said, his voice heavy with defeat. But just as the words left his mouth, the door burst open, and Kira ran out, tears streaming down her face. She threw her arms around Richard and kissed him, holding him tight.
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David pulled me into a hug. “I’m sorry I doubted you,” I said softly, looking up at him.
David smiled, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “Oh, I think I would’ve done the same. Honestly, I’m flattered that after seven years of marriage, you’re still willing to fight for me.”
I laughed, nudging him playfully before leaning in to kiss him. So, my husband gained a brother, and I gained a friend I can’t imagine my life without.
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