I’m a 17-year-old female, and my mom is my entire world. She raised me alone, and last year, she was diagnosed with cancer. It was the scariest time of my life. I remember sitting by her bedside in the hospital, holding her hand and just praying for a miracle. I made her a promise. I swore to her that if she beat this horrible disease, I would give her the vacation she’s always dreamed of – a chance to escape all the stress and chores, just pure peace and relaxation. Thankfully, against all odds, my mom pulled through. She is the strongest person I know. I was ecstatic, relieved, and more determined than ever to keep my promise. So, I started working nights, writing essays for my classmates, and skipping every single treat I wanted. Every penny I earned went straight into a shoebox under my bed. It was tough, but the thought of my mom finally getting the break she deserved kept me going.
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After a year of relentless effort, I finally reached my goal. There it was: $3,765 neatly stacked in that shoebox. I was so incredibly proud of myself. I envisioned my mom on a beautiful beach, sipping a cool drink, without a worry in the world. It was all within reach. Then my aunt came over for a visit. She saw the shoebox and asked what it was.
I excitedly explained everything to her, beaming with pride. I told her about my mom’s battle with cancer, my promise, and how I’d saved up every penny to make her dream vacation a reality. She seemed impressed, even touched. She then said, “Oh honey, you’re still a minor. You can’t book anything on your own. Let me handle it. I’ll take care of everything.” I trusted her implicitly. She was family, after all. So, I handed over the shoebox, filled with all my hard-earned cash.
Days turned into a week, then two. I didn’t hear a peep from her. I tried calling multiple times, but she never answered. Panic started to set in. Had something gone wrong? Was there a problem with the booking? I couldn’t shake this feeling of dread, so I decided to go to her house and confront her directly. I knocked on the door, my heart pounding in my chest.
She opened the door, looking flustered. She sighed heavily and said, “Oh, I forgot to tell you… I needed the money. So I spent it on a down payment for my new car. You saved up once. **SAVE UP AGAIN.**” Then she slammed the door in my face. I stood there in disbelief, completely numb. The betrayal was crushing. How could she do something so cruel and selfish? I felt utterly powerless.
But karma has a funny way of working. Just three days later, my aunt’s boyfriend called me. He sounded distraught and asked if we could meet urgently. I was hesitant but agreed, wondering what on earth he could possibly want. He told me that he knew what she did, and he was disgusted with her. And then he asked me something I never saw coming: [“HE OFFERED TO PAY FOR MY MOM’S VACATION, OUT OF SPITE!”]
