My Stepmom Gifted Me a Funerary Urn for My 17th Birthday

As Lila was ready to celebrate her 17th birthday, she received an unexpected and creepy gift from her stepmother: a pink funerary urn. Like the type you keep ashes in? Yes, that’s the one. But that’s not all! Lila learns that her college fund was given to Monica to open her salon. What will Lila do?

Let me tell you, I’ve been sitting on this one for a few days, just trying to make sense of what went down.

I always thought my stepmom, Monica, was the worst, though not Disney villain evil. She was the kind of person who talks over you, forgets your birthday, and calls you “kiddo” when you’re practically an adult.

A smiling teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

A smiling teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

But, what she pulled on my 17th birthday? It shattered whatever shaky truce we had.

At least, that’s what I thought. Turns out, things weren’t exactly what they seemed.

Here’s how it all went down.

My mom, Sarah, died when I was ten, and after that, it was just Dad and me. We were a solid team. The type of team that has pizza for dinner half the week, late-night movies, and this unspoken agreement that we’d always have each other’s backs.

Two boxes of pizza on a coffee table | Source: Midjourney

Two boxes of pizza on a coffee table | Source: Midjourney

Then came Monica, about three years ago.

At first, she wasn’t horrible; she was just… there. Like a stray cat that never leaves, so you have no choice but to adopt it. Monica moved into our house, took over the bathroom with her fifty bottles of face serums and creams, and slowly pushed her way into my dad’s world.

Monica had big dreams of opening a hair salon, which was fine. I wasn’t against people having dreams. I had my own dreams waiting for me, but she treated me like I was just this annoying piece of furniture that came with the house.

A woman's vanity | Source: Midjourney

A woman’s vanity | Source: Midjourney

Honestly, I was counting down the days until I could escape to college.

Dad had promised me since middle school that there was a college fund waiting for me.

“Don’t worry, sweet girl,” he told me. “Your mom and I put together the fund when you were five. There’s more than enough, and every year on your birthday and Christmas, I add more.”

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A smiling little girl | Source: Midjourney

“Thank you, Dad,” I said. “I just want to study and make something of myself, like Mom said.”

“You only have to worry about your grades, Lila,” he said. “I’ll handle the rest.”

Naturally, I worked my butt off in school, knowing that in a few years, I’d be out of here.

A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

College was my golden ticket, and no one — not even Monica — would stand in my way.

At least, that’s what I thought.

On the morning of my 17th birthday, I came downstairs expecting the usual lukewarm effort. By lukewarm, I mean a sad card, some pancakes, and Monica forgetting my favorite syrup. Dad was at work, so it was just Mon and I.

A plate of pancakes and a card on a table | Source: Midjourney

A plate of pancakes and a card on a table | Source: Midjourney

She handed me a gift bag, which was already weird because Monica wasn’t exactly the thoughtful or sentimental type.

“Happy Birthday, kiddo,” she said, flashing one of her tight-lipped smiles.

I wasn’t expecting much, but I sure as hell wasn’t expecting this.

I reached inside the bag and pulled out… an urn.

A shocked teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

A shocked teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

A funerary urn.

You know, the kind that people store ashes in. Cold, heavy, and, well, pink. It was pink.

I just stared at it, my brain short-circuiting.

“What the hell is this?” I asked, holding the urn like it was cursed.

A pink funerary urn | Source: Midjourney

A pink funerary urn | Source: Midjourney

Monica leaned against the kitchen counter, smug as ever.

“It’s symbolic,” she said as if that explained anything.

“Symbolic of what?”

Monica’s grin widened.

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A smiling woman in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

“It’s time to bury your dreams of college, kiddo. Your dad and I talked about this, and we decided to put the college fund to better use.”

“Better use?” I asked, a cold shiver running through me.

“Yep. We’re investing it in my hair salon. College is a gamble, Lila. A business? That’s something real, sweetie.”

A hair salon being renovated | Source: Midjourney

A hair salon being renovated | Source: Midjourney

She sipped her coffee like she’d just said the most reasonable thing in the world.

I was frozen in place, trying to make sense of what I’d just heard. Had they really taken my future, everything I’d worked for, and sunk it into Monica’s salon dream?

“How could you do this?” I whispered.

Monica just smiled, a little too pleased with herself.

A shocked teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

A shocked teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

“Life’s full of disappointments, kiddo. Better get used to it now,” she said.

Wow.

That was it. I was done. I ran upstairs, slamming the door behind me so hard that the walls shook.

I cried so hard it hurt. What else could I do? Everything I had been holding onto was gone, and the only person I thought I could count on, Dad, had let this happen.

An upset teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

An upset teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

My mom wanted me to get out and make something of myself. And now? It was all over.

The next few days were a blur. I didn’t speak to Monica or my dad unless I absolutely had to. Every time I looked at that stupid urn sitting on my desk, my stomach twisted.

I couldn’t even bring myself to throw it out. It felt like some kind of morbid evidence. Like proof of the betrayal I didn’t see coming.

A pink funerary urn on a desk | Source: Midjourney

A pink funerary urn on a desk | Source: Midjourney

At school, my friends tried to cheer me up.

“Maybe she thought it was funny, Lila,” my friend Kira said. “Like, who really knows what Monica is thinking?”

“And anyway, there’s nothing stopping you from throwing it out! Just do it! Don’t overthink it,” Mel said.

Three teenage girls | Source: Midjourney

Three teenage girls | Source: Midjourney

But still, I couldn’t focus on anything other than the fact that Monica was prancing around, acting like she was the queen of the house, while I sat there with no future.

Then, a few days later, something strange happened.

When I got home from school, there was a note on my desk. Not in an envelope, just folded, with my name written in Monica’s messy handwriting.

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A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

Meet me at the salon at 6 P.M. tonight. No questions. Just trust me. -M.

I almost laughed out loud. Trust her? Yeah, right.

But something about the note gnawed at me. Maybe it was the fact that I wanted to confront her one last time, tell her exactly what I thought of her.

Against my better judgment, I decided to go.

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A note on a table | Source: Midjourney

When I got to the salon, the lights were off, and the front door was unlocked.

I hesitated for a second, wondering if this was some elaborate prank. But curiosity got the best of me.

I stepped inside, and there they were. Monica and my dad, standing side by side, both grinning widely.

“Surprise!” Monica shouted, throwing her arms up like this was the happiest moment of her life.

The entrance to a salon | Source: Midjourney

The entrance to a salon | Source: Midjourney

I just stared at them, completely lost.

“What is this?”

Monica stepped aside, and that’s when I saw it — a shiny, brand-new sign mounted on the wall.

Dream Cuts: A Scholarship Fund in Honor of Sarah

I blinked, feeling like the room was tilting on its axis.

A hair salon | Source: Midjourney

A hair salon | Source: Midjourney

“What… what is this?”

Monica smiled, but it wasn’t her usual smug grin. This one was softer, almost real.

“We didn’t use your college fund, kiddo. It’s all still there. The salon? It’s not just for me. It’s for you, too. For other kids like you, too.”

I couldn’t breathe.

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

“But then, why would you make me think otherwise?” I asked.

Monica winced, putting her hand on her head.

“Yeah, so, the urn thing… That was not my best idea. I thought it’d be motivational, like, bury the past and embrace the future. You know? But it turns out that it was just creepy.”

A woman with her hand on her head | Source: Midjourney

A woman with her hand on her head | Source: Midjourney

I stared at her, speechless.

My dad stepped forward, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

“We’ve been planning this for months, Lila,” he said. “Your mom always wanted to help kids get to college. This salon is going to fund scholarships. For you and for others in her name.”

“The salon has been my dream, Lila,” Monica said. “But it was never going to come at your expense. This way, a great portion of all our profits in the future will go to the fund.”

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A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

I didn’t know what to say.

Or what to think.

Just that I felt a warm haze take over me.

Monica laughed softly.

“I’m not a monster, darling,” she said. “I just didn’t want you to think that I was trying to take over your mom’s role.”

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

For the first time in a long time, I smiled.

It wasn’t perfect, but things with Monica probably never would be. But, at that moment, standing in the middle of a salon named for my mom’s dream, I realized that she wasn’t trying to ruin my life.

She was trying to build something bigger than any of us.

A smiling teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

A smiling teenage girl | Source: Midjourney

And somehow, against all odds, it felt like a new beginning.

And yeah, I kept the urn. But I planted white peace lilies in it, thinking it would be symbolic after all. And who knows, maybe I’ll take the urn to college.

What would you have done?

Peace lilies planted into a pink funerary urn | Source: Midjourney

Peace lilies planted into a pink funerary urn | Source: Midjourney

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I Transferred $24K to My Daughter for Her College Tuition, Only to Discover She Never Enrolled — What She Spent It On Made Me Pale

Caroline had been saving for her daughter’s college fund since Angela was born. But after a classmate of Angela’s reveals that Angela is not actually enrolled in college, Caroline must uncover what her daughter is doing and what she used the money for.

Children are always going to break your heart. This was something that I learned the hard way after trusting my daughter, Angela, completely.

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A close-up of a smiling girl | Source: Midjourney

Since Angela was born, I have been saving for college. I needed to know that irrespective of what life threw my way, I would be able to educate my child.

“I think you can wait until she’s a little older,” my husband, Holden, said. “We can do it together.”

“You can add to her college fund later,” I said, looking at my baby girl. “But I’m going to start from next month. I wasn’t able to study, Holden. And it was because we didn’t have the opportunity to do so. Angela is going to get that opportunity.”

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A smiling baby girl | Source: Midjourney

“Okay, Caroline,” my husband said. “You start it now, and I’ll add to it in a year. The house will be paid off, and I’ll be able to put that money into the fund.”

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My MIL Sent Me an Insulting Present after I Got a Job as a Dance Teacher – Her Face Went Pale When I Invited Her to the Show

After securing her dream job as a children’s dance teacher, Emma’s joy turned to shock when her mother-in-law, Diane, sent a mocking “congrats” gift. Determined to prove her worth, Emma orchestrated a public reveal that left Diane pale-faced and embarrassed, forever changing their relationship.

I always loved dancing. Ever since I was a little girl, I felt alive when I moved to music. But my family insisted I get a “real job.” So, I became an accountant. It paid the bills, but it never made me happy. Deep down, I always dreamed of teaching dance.

Emma | Source: Midjourney

Emma | Source: Midjourney

One evening, after another long day at the office, I sat at the kitchen table with my husband, Tom. “I found a job listing for a children’s dance teacher,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady.

Tom looked up from his newspaper. “Really? Do you think you’ll apply?”

“I want to,” I said. “But what if I’m too old to start now? What if they don’t hire me?”

He shrugged. “You’ll never know if you don’t try.”

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Emma fills in an application form | Source: Midjourney

His words stayed with me. That night, I filled out the application. I wrote about my love for dance, my years of informal teaching at community centers, and why I wanted this job so badly. I hit send and felt a mix of fear and excitement.

Days passed. I checked my email constantly, my heart racing every time I saw a new message. One afternoon, my phone rang. It was the dance studio. My hands shook as I answered.

Emma receives the call | Source: Midjourney

Emma receives the call | Source: Midjourney

“Hello, is this Emma?” a cheerful voice asked.

“Yes, this is she.”

“Hi, Emma! This is Kelly from Bright Steps Dance Studio. We’d love for you to come in for an interview.”

I nearly jumped out of my chair. “Thank you so much! When can I come in?”

Kelly invites Emma | Source: Midjourney

Kelly invites Emma | Source: Midjourney

We set a date for the interview. The days leading up to it were nerve-wracking. I practiced answers to potential questions and imagined myself teaching classes of eager children. The interview went well, and a few days later, I got the call. I got the job!

I couldn’t wait to tell Tom. “I did it! I got the job!” I burst into the living room where he was watching TV.

“That’s great, Emma,” he said with a small smile. “I’m happy for you.”

Emma hugs Tom | Source: Midjourney

Emma hugs Tom | Source: Midjourney

I wanted more excitement from him, but I was too thrilled to dwell on it. We planned a family dinner so I could share the news with everyone.

At dinner, I stood up, heart pounding. “I have an announcement,” I said. “I got a job as a dance teacher at Bright Steps Dance Studio!”

My sister, Amy, clapped. “That’s amazing, Emma! Congratulations!”

Festive family dinner | Source: Midjourney

Festive family dinner | Source: Midjourney

My father nodded. “Well, if it makes you happy.”

But Diane, my mother-in-law, just sipped her wine. “Is that a full-time job?” she asked, her voice dripping with skepticism.

“It’s part-time for now, but it could lead to more hours,” I explained.

“Hmm,” she said, clearly unimpressed. “Well, good luck.”

Unimpressed mother-in-law | Source: Pexels

Unimpressed mother-in-law | Source: Pexels

Her words stung, but I tried to brush them off. A few days later, a package arrived for me. It was from Diane. I was hopeful it was a peace offering. Maybe she had changed her mind and wanted to support me.

I opened the box and pulled out an old, worn-out ballet costume. There was a note inside: “Congrats on your new hobby.”

My heart sank. I felt tears prick at my eyes. I showed it to Tom.

Old ballet dress in a box | Source: Midjourney

Old ballet dress in a box | Source: Midjourney

“Look at this,” I said, my voice shaking. “Your mom thinks my job is a joke.”

He looked at the costume and the note. “It’s just her way,” he said. “Don’t let it get to you.”

“How can I not?” I snapped. “She doesn’t respect me or my choices.”

Tom sighed. “Just let it go, Emma.”

Emma determined to take revenge | Source: Midjourney

Emma determined to take revenge | Source: Midjourney

But I couldn’t. I was hurt and angry. I decided I wouldn’t let Diane’s mockery slide. I planned to invite her to one of the dance studio’s performances. I would make sure she saw how serious I was about my job.

A few weeks later, I called Diane. “We have a dance recital coming up. I’d love for you to come and see the kids perform.”

There was a pause on the other end of the line. “Alright, I’ll be there,” she said, sounding wary.

Diana talks to Emma | Source: Midjourney

Diana talks to Emma | Source: Midjourney

I smiled to myself. I had a plan, and I was determined to show Diane just how important my new job was to me.

The dance studio was buzzing with excitement. Kids in bright costumes ran around, giggling and practicing their moves. Parents were busy chatting and snapping photos.

I was in the middle of it all, making sure everything was perfect for the performance. I felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. Today was the day I would show Diane how serious I was about my new job.

Emma gives a speech in the studio | Source: Midjourney

Emma gives a speech in the studio | Source: Midjourney

“Alright, everyone, gather around!” I called to the kids. They circled around me, their eyes wide with anticipation. “Remember to smile and have fun. You’ve all worked so hard, and I’m so proud of you.”

“Miss Emma, I’m nervous,” one little girl said, clutching my hand.

“You’ll do great, sweetie,” I reassured her. “Just remember your steps and enjoy the music.”

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Kids dancing | Source: Midjourney

As the kids lined up backstage, I took a deep breath. The audience was filling up the seats. I spotted Tom, who gave me a small wave. Next to him was Diane, looking around with a slight frown. I walked over to them.

“Hi, Diane. I’m glad you could make it,” I said with a smile.

“Of course,” she replied, her tone flat. “I wouldn’t miss it.”

Unimpressed Diane | Source: Midjourney

Unimpressed Diane | Source: Midjourney

“Hello, Mom,” Tom said, trying to ease the tension. “Thanks for coming.”

Diane just nodded, her eyes scanning the room. I left them and went back to the kids. The lights dimmed, and the chatter in the audience died down. It was showtime.

The music started, and the first group of children took the stage. They danced beautifully, their faces lit up with joy. I watched from the side, my heart swelling with pride. This was why I loved dance. The energy, the passion, the pure happiness on the kids’ faces. It was magical.

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Kids dance in a studio | Source: Pexels

After the last group finished, I stepped onto the stage, my heart pounding. I took the microphone and smiled at the audience.

“Thank you all for coming today,” I began. “I want to thank the parents for their support and the kids for their hard work. It’s been an amazing journey.”

I glanced over at Diane. She was watching me closely, her expression unreadable.

Emma gives a heart-felt speech | Source: Midjourney

Emma gives a heart-felt speech | Source: Midjourney

“I also want to give a special thank you to someone who has been incredibly supportive,” I continued. “My mother-in-law, Diane. She sent a very generous gift that inspired today’s costumes. Thank you, Diane.”

There was a murmur in the audience. Diane’s eyes widened, and she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. The parents around her looked confused. Some of them nodded in appreciation, while others whispered to each other. Diane stood up abruptly and walked out of the hall, her face pale.

Angry Diane looks to the side | Source: Midjourney

Angry Diane looks to the side | Source: Midjourney

I finished my speech and handed the microphone back. The rest of the evening went by in a blur. Parents congratulated me, the kids were over the moon, and the energy was electric. But all I could think about was Diane’s reaction.

After the performance, Tom found me backstage. “Emma, what was that about?” he asked, concern in his eyes.

“I had to show her that I take my job seriously,” I said. “She sent me that old costume to mock me. I couldn’t let it go.”

Emma talks to Tom | Source: Midjourney

Emma talks to Tom | Source: Midjourney

Tom sighed. “I understand now. I just wish things didn’t have to be this way.”

“Me too,” I said softly. “But maybe now she’ll think twice before belittling my choices.”

That night, as we got ready for bed, I felt a mix of satisfaction and relief. I had stood up for myself and for my passion. It wasn’t perfect, but it was a start.

Diane didn’t bring up the performance again, and there was a noticeable shift in our interactions. She was distant, but I hoped that in time, things might change.

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Happy Emma | Source: Midjourney

For now, I focused on my new role at the dance studio. I had found my calling, and nothing was going to take that away from me.

Charged My Husband’s Old Phone and Saw a Teenage Photo of Our New Nanny – I Thought I Was Losing It until I Called My MIL

I Put my husband’s old phone on charge and went through it expecting to find embarrassing photos of him as a teenager. Instead, I discovered a shocking connection to our new nanny. What I found turned my world upside down and led to a revelation that left me questioning everything about our marriage.

I was cleaning out the junk drawer in the kitchen. You know, the one where all the random stuff ends up. Old receipts, expired coupons, and mystery keys.

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Junk drawer | Source: Pexels

As I sorted through the mess, I found my husband’s old high school phone buried under a pile of outdated chargers. It was dusty, and I vaguely remembered he said it was broken years ago.

Curiosity got the better of me. I thought it might be fun to see if it still worked, so I plugged it in. To my surprise, the screen lit up almost immediately. I couldn’t resist taking a look. What kind of teenage treasures might be hidden inside?

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Old phone | Source: Pexels

Embarrassing selfies, silly texts, or photos from his high school days? The possibilities were too intriguing to pass up. I settled down on the couch, ready for a little trip down memory lane, not knowing that what I was about to find would change everything.

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