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On Martha’s 60th birthday, her daughter-in-law plays a cruel prank that causes chaos at the party. Amid the panic, Martha stays calm, knowing her big announcement will turn the tables.
So, it was my 60th birthday, and I was determined to make it a memorable one—after all, you only turn 60 once, right?
As I flitted from one room to another, making sure everything was in place, I couldn’t help but feel a little anxious. You see, a week ago, my daughter-in-law, Emily, and I had a bit of a blowout and I couldn’t help but feel it would come back to bite me.
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Emily has a gross habit of leaving food out for days—sometimes even weeks. So, I pointed it out to her, thinking she might appreciate the heads-up about potential insect problems. Boy, was I wrong.
“Mind your own business, Martha,” she snapped, her eyes flashing with anger. “You always have something to say about how I run my house.”
I stood there, taken aback. “Emily, I’m just trying to help. You know how quickly pests can—”
“I don’t need your help,” she snarled.
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We hadn’t spoken since. That’s why, when she arrived at my party acting unusually sweet, I felt a knot of suspicion tighten in my stomach.
But I decided to forget about it, focusing instead on enjoying my day with my family and friends.
The party was in full swing when the doorbell rang.
“I’ll get it!” I called, hurrying to the door. The mailman handed me a brightly wrapped package with a big “Happy Birthday” label on it. My guests gathered around, their curiosity piqued.
“Open it, Martha!” someone urged.
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With everyone watching, I placed the box on the dining table and carefully lifted the lid. My eyes widened in horror as hundreds of insects—ants, caterpillars, and other creepy crawlies—spilled out, swarming over the table and onto the floor.
Chaos erupted. People screamed and jumped back, knocking over chairs and spilling drinks.
“What the heck?!” my friend Lisa shrieked, swatting at a cockroach crawling up her leg.
“Who would do such a thing?” Aunt Jane gasped.
I knew Emily was behind this, but I said nothing, knowing that she’d soon get payback.
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Everyone fled to the backyard. My friends and family stood around, shaking their heads and murmuring about the audacity of someone pulling such a prank.
“Can you believe it?” Lisa asked, still swatting at imaginary insects. “Who would do something so cruel?”
Aunt Jane, ever the drama queen, clutched her pearls even tighter. “It’s despicable! What kind of person would ruin a birthday party like this?”
As the guests continued to express their disgust and confusion, I knew it was time for my big reveal.
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I clinked my glass with a spoon. “Everyone, may I have your attention, please?”
The crowd quieted down, all eyes turning to me.
“First of all, thank you all for making my 60th birthday so special, despite the… unexpected turn of events,” I began, glancing at the house behind me. “As you all know, reaching this milestone has made me reflect on my life and my future.”
I paused, allowing my words to sink in before dropping the bombshell. “So, I’ve decided it’s time for a change. I’m retiring and moving to the countryside.”
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A collective murmur ran through the crowd. I raised my hand to silence them. “And, I’m giving this house to my son, Mark, and his lovely wife, Emily.”
Gasps echoed around the backyard. Emily’s face turned ashen. She opened her mouth, but no sound came out.
Mark looked at her, bewildered. “Emily, what’s wrong?”
She stammered, her eyes darting around as if searching for an escape route.
“It… it was supposed to be a joke,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
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Mark’s confusion deepened. “What are you talking about?”
Emily swallowed hard, tears welling up in her eyes. “The insects. It was me. I sent them as a prank. I never imagined we’d end up with the house!”
A stunned silence fell over the guests.
Mark’s face turned crimson with anger. “You did what?”
“It was just a joke!” Emily insisted, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I thought it would be funny. I didn’t think—”
Mark cut her off, his voice cold and furious.
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