MY DIL GIFTED

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.

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.

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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