Granddad didn’t waver. “Your behavior toward him has been unacceptable for years. You prioritize everyone else while ignoring his needs and hard work. So, your mother and I have decided that we’ll be revisiting our will.”
My mom’s face went pale. “What? Dad, that’s not necessary—”
“It is,” he interrupted. “We’ve been watching how you treat him, and frankly, we’re ashamed. Starting now, the portion we planned to leave to you will go directly to him. Maybe this will teach you the importance of valuing all your children, not just the ones you find convenient.”
My mom was speechless. Ashley’s protests about her car dwindled to a quiet pout, and my dad awkwardly stared at his plate. Though my grandparents had always been fair and loving, seeing them stand up for me in such a decisive way was overwhelming.
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After dinner finished, my grandparents pulled me aside. “We’re proud of you,” my grandmother said, placing a hand on my shoulder. “You’ve shown maturity and independence despite everything. We want you to know we’ll always have your back.”
My grandparents’ words meant more to me than I could express. For the first time in years, I felt seen and valued.
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The following day, my mom tried to backtrack, claiming she’d been “caught up in the moment.” But the damage was done, and I didn’t care to entertain her excuses. With my new mattress in place, I finally got a good night’s sleep. I knew that I wasn’t alone in standing up for myself.
As for Ashley? She’ll have to wait for her car. My grandparents’ actions taught her—and my parents a lesson that entitlement and favoritism come with consequences.
