When my sister Sue asked to use my house for her son’s birthday, I said yes without hesitation.
I stocked snacks, decorated, and even bought Ethan his dream LEGO set.
But when I came home early… something felt wrong.
Pink balloons. Glittery décor.
And a banner that read:
“Congratulations, Jessica’s Baby Shower!” 👀
Turns out, Sue had rented out my house to someone else — for $900 — while pretending it was a kids’ party.
The $300 I gave her “for the cake”? Used to pay a caterer.
When I confronted her, she just shrugged.
“It’s not a big deal,” she said. “You weren’t using it anyway.”
Even Mom took her side.
But this wasn’t about money — it was about trust.
Now, every bit of glitter left on my patio reminds me how easily kindness can be taken advantage of.
Because family or not — when someone turns your generosity into profit,
you learn to lock your doors… and your heart. 🖤
