When Carina’s parents kick her out after high school, she has no choice but to navigate her way around life. Years later, after making a success of her life, and her wedding is around the corner, she reaches out to them, only for them to storm into her life, trying to take ownership of what she has worked so hard for.
“Carina,” my mother said, opening a packet of biscuits. “You’re going to regret not going to medical school.”
“Mom,” I replied. “My brain doesn’t work like Jade’s; she’s the doctor in the family, not me.”
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“I don’t see why it can’t be the both of you,” she sniffed, dunking a biscuit into her lukewarm tea. “Why do you even waste your time with computers? Those machines are not going to make your life comfortable.”
This wasn’t anything new. My parents hated that I loved computers, and when school was out in the next few months, I was going to be off to college, studying IT.
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“Who cares about cyber security, Carina?” my father asked while he sat down with a pork chop. “Saving people’s lives, honey. That’s what success is. Not playing on computers.”
“Cyber security is how your important details are protected, Dad,” I would always say, rolling my eyes. “It’s how countries keep their people safe.”
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“It’s not good enough,” my mother said from the sink.
After graduation, my parents made me leave the house.
“You’ve chosen this path,” my mother said when I bought my IT textbooks. “So you’re capable of taking care of yourself.”
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“I don’t think that’s fair, Mom,” I retaliated. “You let Jade live at home for her whole degree.”
“Yeah, well, she was learning how to save lives, Carina,” she said.
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Fast forward 13 years. I’ve got a successful career, a beautiful house, and the most caring fiancé, Mark, I could have ever asked for.
“Are you sure that I should invite my parents to the wedding?” I asked Mark as we took a walk one evening.
“Yes, darling,” he said, taking my hand. “Why wouldn’t you? I’m so proud of who you are and where you’ve come from. You’ve done all of this on your own.”
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“But they’ve been such horrible people, Mark. I mean, they kicked me out of their home when I got into college. I had to work as a dog groomer to make enough money to cover the rent for my tiny apartment,” I said.
“Yes, I understand that,” my fiancé said diplomatically. “But you’ve made it now. And you’ve made it without them. Look, honey. Our home is yours; it’s in your name, and I love that for us.”
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Eventually, I gave in. The excitement of our wedding planning made me realize that I was proud of myself and where I had come from.
“I did it without their support,” I told Mark as I fried bacon for us one morning. “So, I’m going to invite them.”
Mark smiled at me while he poured milk into his coffee.
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“Good, this is a big moment for us,” he said.
When my parents and sister arrived, they were stunned by my house. They assumed that I was renting a room of the house. Of course, they didn’t think that I was capable of something bigger and better than that.
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“Carina! You own this entire house?” my father asked, his eyes wide with disbelief.
“Yes, Dad,” I said, wheeling my mother’s suitcase in, they seemed to think that they were spending the night. “I worked hard for this.”
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“Wow, I didn’t expect this,” my sister said, looking around.
“So, I thought that we could do dinner at a restaurant tonight, and then come home for dessert and coffee. You guys can spend time with Mark and my in-laws.”
They were going to be over at any moment, the first meet and greet almost underway.
But that’s when the entitlement kicked in.
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My mother’s eyes narrowed as she scanned the living room, taking in my television and other things.
“You know, Carina,” she declared, her tone leaving no room for argument. “We deserve to live in comfort after all we’ve done for you.”
Then, she promptly sat down on the couch.
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“Mom, what are you talking about?” I was incredulous. “This is my home. I bought it with my own money. You did absolutely nothing for me after high school.”
“But we’re your parents,” she insisted. “We should live better than our children. It’s our right. It’s the only right thing.”
“You can’t be serious,” I said, my voice rising. “Jade still lives with you because you wanted to baby her after her night shifts. And me? You didn’t care. This isn’t my responsibility.”
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My father stepped in at this point, crossing his arms.
“After everything we’ve sacrificed for you, this is the least you can do.”
“Jade needs a place to stay, too,” my mother said.
“Jade is an adult,” I snapped. “She made her choice to live with you, just like I made my own.”
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I felt bad that I was speaking about Jade in this way, especially because she was sitting on the couch and looking at my plants.
But my sister had chosen my parents when they kicked me out. She barely kept in contact with me, only stopping to text me on my birthday or Christmas morning.
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At that moment, the door opened, and my future in-laws walked in. I had always been close to them, wanting to find parental figures in Mark’s parents.
“We’ve been hearing this entire conversation from outside,” Tom said.
“Carina’s achievements are hers,” my future mother-in-law, Carol, said firmly. “She’s worked hard for this, and she deserves every bit of it.”
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My mother turned to her, eyes blazing.
“Who the hell are you? We have rights to this house; she’s our daughter.”
Carol didn’t flinch; she stood with her arms folded, a smile playing across her face.
“Why did you remember that only now? Where have you been all these years? Being her parents doesn’t mean that you can take credit for her hard work. Carina has earned this.”
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My parents were stunned into silence, and Jade couldn’t even look up.
“Carina invited you to celebrate her wedding, to celebrate the union of her and our son. To join our families. She did not invite you to berate her and have her hard work claimed,” Tom said.
“She owes you nothing but respect because you raised her, but that doesn’t mean giving up her home,” Carol said.
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“But we’re her family,” my mother said, clearly not expecting this level of pushback.
“Only by blood,” Mark said, stepping into the house. “Family supports one another. They don’t tear you down. And that’s what you’ve done to Carina for years.”
“You should be so proud of your girl,” Carol continued. “She’s done so much for us. I am so proud of her. Tom, too. She’s the daughter that I wanted all along.”
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Mark found his way to me, wrapping his arm around my waist.
I looked at my parents, seeing the dawning realization on their faces.
“I love you, I do,” I said. “But this is my life, and you’ve only been in it again for five minutes, and you’re already demanding things of me. Is that fair? I’ve worked too hard to let anyone take that away from me.”
My father sighed heavily.
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“We didn’t mean to upset you,” he said.
“Then respect my choice,” I said gently. “Be present for my wedding, but after that, you can go your own way again.”
After the confrontation, my parents seemed to understand, if only a little.
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When we left to the restaurant, everyone was subdued, except for Mark and my in-laws. I didn’t see a point in canceling the dinner because of the confrontation.
We sat down to eat, everyone lost in their own thoughts while Carol made comments about seeing me in my dress.
“Mark, you’re in for such a treat. Carina looks beautiful in that dress,” she said, digging into her salmon.
I smiled at my future mother-in-law. I always knew that she loved me, but her comments of the day had truly made me realize just how much.
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I was lucky. I had gotten lucky with Mark, but even more so with his parents.
I watched as my mother’s face fell when Carol went on, talking about the dress fitting. But I didn’t have it in me to make her feel better.
After dinner, we left the restaurant, parting ways with my parents and sister.
“We’ll see you at the wedding,” my father said, getting into the car.
“Yes,” I said. “I’ll see you then.”
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Let’s see what happens at my wedding.
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Son’s Birthday Wish in Front of His Cake Shocks Everyone — Story of the Day
The Forgers were considered the ideal family. For their son’s tenth birthday, they invited all their friends and family. They had everything: tasty food, cake, and even a clown for the kids. But who could have imagined that one wish from the boy could shatter this illusion in an instant?
On their son Kevin’s tenth birthday, the Forger family home was filled with people on this special day. Brightly colored balloons floated near the ceiling, and streamers hung from every doorway.
Peter stood at the front door with a big smile, greeting guests as they arrived.
Meanwhile, Chelsea was in the kitchen. She was bustling around, checking on the last few details. The aroma of freshly baked cookies and savory appetizers filled the air.
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She carefully placed the final touches on a large birthday cake, covered in colorful frosting and decorated with toy cars—Kevin’s favorite. All that was left was to put the ten candles on top.
Friends of the family arrived with brightly wrapped presents for Kevin. There were toys, books, and games, all piled high on the gift table.
Everyone was smiling and exchanging pleasantries, complimenting the decorations and the party atmosphere. The house was buzzing with laughter and conversation.
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Peter had even hired a clown to entertain the kids in the backyard. The clown, dressed in a red and yellow costume with a big red nose, made balloon animals and performed magic tricks, making the children squeal with delight.
Meanwhile, the adults gathered in the living room, sipping cocktails and enjoying light snacks.
The Forgers appeared to be an ideal family living in an ideal home. Chelsea and Peter seemed like perfect hosts, always smiling and making sure everyone was having a good time.”
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The guests chatted about how well-behaved the Forger children were and how beautiful the house looked.
Finally, it was time to blow out the candles. All the guests gathered around the dining table where Kevin sat, a little nervously, in front of his birthday cake.
The cake was now adorned with ten brightly burning candles, their flames flickering gently.
“Remember, honey? Close your eyes, make a wish, and then blow out all the candles. Okay?”
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Chelsea said lovingly, her eyes sparkling with pride. She gave Kevin an encouraging smile before stepping back to join Peter, who was holding a video camera to capture the special moment forever.
Kevin looked around the room, his face showing signs of distress. He glanced at the cake, then at his mother, and then his father.
His eyes were wide with worry. He closed them tightly but opened them again almost immediately.
It was as if something was preventing him from keeping them closed, like a bad dream he didn’t want to see again.
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“Come on, Kevin, you can do it!” one of his friends called out, trying to cheer him on.
Kevin tried again. He closed his eyes once more, but his face scrunched up in fear.
Finally, he squeezed his eyes shut and, with all the courage he could muster, said loudly, “I wish my parents wouldn’t split up!” Then he blew out all the candles in one breath.
The room fell silent. The cheerful atmosphere turned tense as the weight of Kevin’s words sank in.
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No one had expected to hear anything like that. The Forgers splitting up? It couldn’t be—they seemed like the perfect couple.
Everything about them looked so exemplary and wonderful. Guests exchanged confused and concerned glances, their festive smiles fading.
Chelsea, shocked and embarrassed, looked at Peter, who shrugged helplessly in response.
She felt a knot forming in her stomach but quickly took Kevin by the hand and led him to the kitchen, away from the prying eyes of the guests.
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Peter followed closely behind, his face a mask of worry and confusion.
As they walked away, the whispers among the guests grew louder. The perfect image of the Forger family had been shattered by a single, innocent wish.
In the kitchen, Chelsea knelt before Kevin to look him straight in the eyes. The room was quiet, the only sound the faint murmur of the party continuing in the living room. Chelsea’s heart ached as she saw the worry etched on her son’s face.
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“Honey, why did you make that wish? Why do you think your dad and I are going to split up?” she asked gently, her voice soft but filled with concern.
Kevin looked down, shifting uncomfortably.
“I…” he started, his voice barely above a whisper. He looked up at his mom, his eyes filled with uncertainty and fear. Before he could say more, Peter stepped in.
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“Sweetheart, don’t interrogate the boy. He just wants us to always be together. He’s just a kid,” Peter said, trying to sound reassuring. He turned and looked directly at Kevin, forcing a smile.
“Right, kiddo?”
Kevin, looking scared, fell silent and nodded, his small frame trembling slightly. The kitchen felt like a pressure cooker, the tension thick in the air.
Chelsea sighed deeply, her eyes narrowing as she glanced at Peter.
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“Such a strange wish, even for a child. It seemed like he genuinely fears we’ll split up. Is there something you need to tell me, Peter?”
Her voice had a sharp edge to it, a mix of worry and suspicion.
Peter raised his hands defensively. “What are you talking about, honey? You’re making a mountain out of a molehill again. He just misspoke, and you’re overreacting.”
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“Not just me—you saw the guests’ faces. They were all shocked,” Chelsea shot back, her frustration bubbling over. She couldn’t shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong.
Peter took a deep breath, trying to stay calm.
“I’ll go out and explain everything to them. You calm the boy down, okay? It’s a celebration; let’s celebrate,” he said, trying to defuse the situation.
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As Peter returned to the living room, Chelsea turned her full attention back to Kevin. She placed her hands on his small shoulders, feeling the tension in his body.
“Honey, your dad and I love each other very much and aren’t going to split up. Don’t worry, okay?” she said, her voice filled with as much reassurance as she could muster.
Kevin looked up at her, his eyes still filled with doubt. “Uh-huh…” he replied, still unsure and upset, nodding slightly.
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He wanted to believe his mom, but the fear lingered in his heart.
Chelsea pulled him into a gentle hug, stroking his hair. “It’s going to be okay, sweetheart. I promise,” she whispered, trying to soothe him.
But even as she said the words, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was deeply amiss.
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Returning to the living room, Chelsea noticed the guests had resumed their conversations, and the situation seemed to have stabilized.
Laughter and chatter filled the air once again, and the festive atmosphere had returned, albeit with a lingering hint of unease.
Chelsea led Kevin to join the other children, who were now playing a game of musical chairs in a corner of the room.
“Play with the other kids while I go look for your dad, okay?” she said, smoothing Kevin’s hair gently.
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“Okay,” Kevin replied, though he still looked a bit uncertain. He slowly made his way over to the other children, who welcomed him back with cheerful smiles and playful shouts.
Chelsea watched him for a moment, her heart heavy with concern, before turning to search for Peter.
She walked through the living room, scanning the crowd, but couldn’t find him anywhere.
She checked the kitchen, the hallway, and even peeked into the backyard where the clown was still entertaining the kids. No sign of Peter.
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Feeling a growing sense of frustration, Chelsea returned to the living room and approached her friend Paige, who was chatting with a couple of other parents near the snack table.
“Quite the wish, wasn’t it?” Paige asked Chelsea with a humorous tone, raising an eyebrow. “Never a dull moment with kids, huh?”
“You can say that again,” Chelsea sighed, forcing a small smile. “Where did it come from? I know he’s just a kid, but it was so sudden…”
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“Very sudden,” Paige agreed, nodding. “No one expected it. Has something happened between you and Peter?”
“No! Of course not!” Chelsea said quickly, then paused. “Well, we haven’t been talking much lately. He’s been busy with work, and I’ve been preoccupied with Kevin…”
“So something did happen?” Paige asked, her voice gentle but curious.
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“Maybe… I don’t know,” Chelsea admitted, her shoulders slumping a little. “Maybe we had a small argument recently, and Kevin overheard. But nothing serious. I don’t think he’d make a wish like that over one argument.”
“It’s all very strange,” Paige said thoughtfully, glancing around the room. “Where’s Peter? Have you seen him?”
“He was just here,” Chelsea replied, frustration creeping into her voice. “He changed the topic so smoothly; I thought the party would be gloomy for the rest of the evening.”
“The party! Oh, I completely forgot the balloons for Kevin in the car! I’ll be back in a few minutes,” Chelsea said suddenly, remembering the colorful balloons she had left in the trunk of the car.
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She hurried toward the garage, her mind racing. As she approached the car, she started searching the trunk for the balloons.
Chelsea rummaged through the bags, the sound of crinkling plastic and rustling decorations filling the air.
Suddenly, she heard voices near the garage, coming from outside. Her heart skipped a beat, and she froze, straining to hear the conversation.
‘How does he know? And does Chelsea know?’ a voice whispered urgently.
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“Shh! Quiet. He doesn’t know anything,” another voice hissed in response.
Hearing the whispers, Chelsea cautiously moved closer to listen, her pulse quickening. She peeked around the corner of the garage, holding her breath.
“Well, maybe he knows. It seems he saw us yesterday,” the first voice said, filled with anxiety.
“Yesterday? When Chelsea was at the store? You said no one was supposed to be home!” the second voice replied sharply, clearly frustrated.
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“No one was, but Kevin came home from school early. So what? He’s just a kid. Chelsea doesn’t suspect anything.”
Chelsea’s blood ran cold as she heard these words. Her mind raced, trying to process the shock. She stepped out of the garage, her face a mix of anger and disbelief, and saw Peter with her sister, Lucy. They stood too close, their faces pale with guilt.
A flustered Peter saw her and immediately forced a smile. “Sweetheart, is something wrong? Do you need help with something?” he asked, trying to sound casual.
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“I heard everything!” Chelsea exclaimed, her voice trembling with rage.
Peter’s smile vanished. “What exactly? How long have you been standing there?” he stammered.
“Long enough,” Chelsea replied coldly. Her eyes narrowed, and she felt a surge of betrayal. “Listen, you’ve misunderstood. I can explain everything,” Peter began, but Chelsea cut him off.
“I don’t need your explanations, neither yours nor my spoiled, unemployed sister’s,” she snapped.
“Chelsea, please listen…” Peter pleaded, but Chelsea raised a hand to silence him.
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“No, you listen to me. I don’t want to see either of you in my house ever again. Be gone in ten minutes,” she said with finality.
“And you, Peter, you’ll never see Kevin again. Good luck to you both.”
“Sweetheart, please wait. I’m sorry,” Peter begged, but Chelsea had already turned back to the house, her fury propelling her forward.
Inside, she gathered the guests and explained that the party was over and it was best for everyone to go home.
The guests, sensing the gravity of the situation, quickly gathered their things and left, murmuring words of sympathy.
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In one evening, the true nature of her perfect family was revealed. The reality hidden behind her husband’s and sister’s lies.
It was sad and painful, but at the same time, she understood that thanks to her son’s innocence, she learned the truth.
From this day forward, her new life without her terrible husband would begin.
After everyone left and Peter packed his things and drove away, Chelsea approached Kevin and gently hugged him.
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“I’m sorry, honey. It seems not all wishes are meant to come true,” she said softly, her voice choked with emotion.
Kevin looked up at her, his eyes shining with tears. “The most important thing is that you’re here, Mom,” he whispered.
“Thank you, sweetheart,” Chelsea replied, holding him close. She knew they would face challenges ahead, but with Kevin by her side, she felt ready to face whatever came next.
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