My Brother Makes Our Grandma Do Everything around the House — When I Saw Her Washing the Floors I Taught Him a Lesson
When Mike’s careless attitude toward his elderly grandmother reaches a boiling point, his sister devises a cunning plan to teach him a lesson. What starts as a simple party quickly unravels, exposing family tensions and leaving Mike humiliated in front of friends and family.
Hi! My name’s Mia, and here’s my story. My grandma moved into my brother’s house a few months ago after hers was sold. She needed money for medical bills, and living with him seemed like a great idea. She never complained about it, and I thought they were having a great time until I came to visit…
Mia cooks as her grandmother does the dishes | Source: Midjourney
During my first week there, I saw my grandma cook, clean, do laundry, and tend to the yard day after day. Not once did my brother lift a finger to help. Despite Granny’s back problems, he told her to do more and more with this bored, entitled tone.
“Granny, can you iron my shirts?” he would call out from the living room.
“Sure, dear,” she would reply, forcing a smile.
Grandmother mowes the lawn | Source: Midjourney
“Granny, the yard needs mowing,” he would say while playing video games.
“Of course, I’ll get to it,” she would answer, wincing as she stood up.
One afternoon, I found her mopping the floors. Her hands were red and dry, with knuckles sticking through pale skin. She moved slowly, pain evident in every step. That’s when I broke down and decided I couldn’t stay quiet any longer.
Mia confronts her grandma | Source: Midjourney
“Grandma, why are you doing all this?” I asked, my voice trembling with anger. “You should be resting!”
She looked up, tired eyes meeting mine. “He needs help, dear. He’s busy with work.”
“Busy?!” I exploded. “He’s playing video games all day! This is not fair!”
Grandma sighed. “I don’t mind. It’s just a little work.”
Mike plays video games | Source: Midjourney
But it wasn’t just a little work. It was too much for anyone, let alone an elderly woman with health issues. I knew I had to do something. I decided to organize a party, but not just any party. This would be a party with a twist.
The relationship between my brother and me had always been complicated. Growing up, Mike was the golden child, the one who could do no wrong.
Mike as a child | Source: Midjourney
He was a star athlete in high school, always surrounded by friends and admiration. I, on the other hand, was the quiet, bookish one. I didn’t mind staying out of the spotlight, but it did create a rift between us.
Our parents adored Mike and doted on him, often overlooking his flaws. They saw him as ambitious and driven, while I was seen as the responsible one.
I expected him to help out more around the house. This dynamic followed us into adulthood. When Grandma moved in, I hoped Mike would finally step up and take responsibility.
Mike laughs it off | Source: Midjourney
“Mike, can you at least help Grandma with the groceries?” I had asked one day when I called to check in.
He had laughed. “She’s fine, sis. She likes to stay busy.”
“She’s not a maid,” I had snapped back, frustration boiling over.
“Don’t be so dramatic,” he had replied dismissively.
The struggling grandma | Source: Midjourney
Seeing Grandma now, struggling and in pain, I felt a mix of anger and sadness. Mike had always been self-centered, but this was a new low. I couldn’t stand by and watch any longer.
One evening, I sat down with Grandma after dinner. “Granny, you need to rest. You can’t keep doing all this.”
She patted my hand. “I’ll be fine, sweetie. I’ve handled worse.”
Mia talks to her grandma | Source: Midjourney
“But you shouldn’t have to,” I insisted. “Mike needs to learn to help out. This isn’t fair to you.”
She sighed, looking weary. “He’s just used to it. He’s always been like this.”
I shook my head. “That doesn’t make it right.”
As I thought about what to do, an idea formed in my mind. It was bold, maybe even a bit risky, but I knew it had to be done. Mike needed a wake-up call, and I was just the person to give it to him. He couldn’t keep getting away with treating Grandma like this. It was time for a change.
Mia has an idea | Source: Midjourney
The plan started to take shape in my mind. I would organize a surprise for Mike, something that would make him see just how much work Grandma was doing. He needed to understand the weight of responsibility and the value of family. And I was determined to make sure he learned his lesson.
On her last day of staying there, I asked my brother Mike for a small party. He agreed, thinking it would be a good way to see old friends.
The party was planned for the evening before I left. Our high school friends, his football team, and even some nostalgic teachers were invited for a BBQ and a celebration.
Party invitation | Source: Midjourney
As the time when everyone was supposed to arrive approached, I got busy with my plan. I yanked all of Mike’s clothes into the laundry bin and dirtied them with ketchup and dirt. He wouldn’t have anything clean to wear.
Next, I put clean dishes in the sink and covered them with soap and ketchup. I made sure to mess up everything Grandma had been doing for him all this time.
Mike was lounging on the couch, oblivious. “Hey, sis, can you get me a beer?” he called out.
Mia dirties the dishes | Source: Midjourney
I rolled my eyes. “Sure, Mike,” I said sweetly. I handed him the beer, knowing chaos was about to unfold.
As the first guests started to arrive, Mike finally noticed the mess. “What the heck happened here?” he muttered, looking around the kitchen. “Grandma, did you forget to clean up?”
Grandma, who was resting in the living room, looked confused. “I’m sorry, dear. I must have missed it.”
Mike sees his dirty laundry | Source: Midjourney
Mike huffed and went to the laundry room. He opened the bin and saw his clothes stained and dirty. “Seriously?” he grumbled. “I have nothing to wear!”
He stormed back into the kitchen, where I was setting out snacks. “What’s going on, sis? Why is everything a mess?” he demanded.
I shrugged. “I don’t know, Mike. Maybe you should ask Grandma.”
Mike tries to tidy up his house | Source: Midjourney
He groaned and grabbed a dirty shirt from the bin, reluctantly putting it on. Guests started coming in, and Mike was running around in his stained clothes, trying to clean up.
“Ugh, my grandma was supposed to clean this already,” he muttered to his friend, Tom. “Because of her, I have nothing to wear!”
Tom raised an eyebrow. “Dude, you’re thirty. Are you serious?” he asked, laughing.
High school friends laughing at Mike | Source: Midjourney
Another friend, Jake, smirked. “Yeah, man. Do your own laundry. What’s wrong with you?”
Mike ignored them and kept trying to clean up. Grandma, despite her exhaustion, got up to help him. “I’m sorry, Mike. I can help now,” she said, grabbing a mop.
“You should have done this earlier, Grandma. Now everything’s ruined.”
Sad grandmother looks down | Source: Midjourney
The room fell silent as everyone watched the scene unfold. Mike’s angry speech echoed in the quiet house. “Why can’t you just do your job, Grandma?” he shouted.
People looked at him in disbelief. One of the old teachers, Mr. Parker, shook his head. “Mike, you should be ashamed. She’s your grandmother, not your maid.”
Mike’s face turned red. He looked around at the judgmental faces of his friends and family. Humiliated, he stomped upstairs and locked himself in his room.
Mad Mike | Source: Midjourney
I turned to Grandma, who looked upset. “Don’t worry, Grandma. Let’s enjoy the night,” I said, giving her a hug.
The guests slowly resumed their conversations, the awkwardness fading away. We enjoyed the BBQ, shared stories, and had a good time. Grandma finally relaxed and laughed with her old friends.
Family enjoying a barbecue | Source: Pexels
As the evening went on, I felt a sense of satisfaction. Mike needed to understand what Grandma had been going through. Hopefully, this would be a wake-up call for him to change his ways.
Grandma smiled at me. “Thank you, dear,” she said softly. “I hope he learns from this.”
Mia hugs her grandmother | Source: Midjourney
“I think he will,” I replied, looking up at the darkened window where Mike had retreated. “He has to.”
My Wedding Night Was Ruined by an Old Photo I Found in My Husband’s Room
My wedding night should have been the happiest moment of my life, but it turned into a nightmare when I saw an old photo in my husband’s childhood room. The man smiling in the picture wasn’t a stranger.
The day had been magical. The lace of my wedding dress still felt soft against my skin, and my cheeks hurt from smiling all day. Tyler and I had promised forever, with our families and friends cheering us on. It felt like a fairytale.
A groom and a bride kissing | Source: Pexels
Now, the guests were gone, and the house was quiet. Tyler’s parents’ big country home was warm and inviting, with the scent of flowers and candles lingering in the air.
I stood in his childhood room, waiting for him to finish showering. The day had been perfect, and I couldn’t believe I was finally his wife.
A childhood bedroom | Source: Midjourney
I wandered around the room, taking in the pieces of his life before me. The soccer trophies, the books, and especially the family photos. They made me feel connected to his story.
That’s when I saw it.
It was a small photo on the table near his bed. I wasn’t planning to pick it up, but something about it caught my eye.
A woman looking at a man’s photo | Source: Midjourney
The man in the photo had big glasses, suspenders, and a kind smile. His hand rested on the shoulder of a young boy who must’ve been Tyler. My heart skipped a beat, and I felt the blood drain from my face.
I leaned closer, staring at the older man’s face. My fingers trembled as I picked up the frame. It couldn’t be.
It was him.
A grandfather and his grandson in his garden | Source: Midjourney
My pulse raced as memories I’d buried for years came rushing back. The man’s face was burned into my memory. It didn’t make sense. Why would his photo be here, in Tyler’s room?
I clutched the photo, my hands shaking. My chest felt tight, and my breath came in short gasps. I needed answers, and I needed them now.
Without thinking, I stormed into the bathroom. “Tyler!” I shouted, my voice shaking.
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Tyler yelped in surprise. “Babe, what the—can I get some privacy here?”
“Who is this?!” I shoved the photo toward him. My hands were trembling, and I could barely keep the tears from spilling over.
He frowned, looking confused. “What’s going on? That’s my grandpa. Grandpa Terry. Why are you freaking out?”
A confused man | Source: Pexels
I couldn’t breathe. The room felt like it was spinning. “Tyler, this man—this man—” My voice cracked. I felt like a child again, standing on the sidewalk, watching the crash.
“What?” Tyler stepped closer, concern etched on his face. “What are you talking about?”
I could barely get the words out. “This man killed my brother.” Tears streamed down my face as the memories hit me all at once.
A frowning woman | Source: Pexels
“I was a kid. My brother used to take me for rides in his car. One day, there was an accident. A car hit us, hard. I was waiting on the sidewalk, but I saw everything.”
We stood there, staring at each other, both of us shaken to the core. Neither of us knew what to say next.
A woman holding her husband | Source: Pexels
Tyler sat down heavily on the edge of the bed, running his hands through his damp hair. He looked at the photo, then back at me. His face was pale, his voice trembling. “I… I don’t know how to tell you this.”
“Just say it,” I whispered, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. My heart was pounding, my stomach twisted in knots.
A woman crying with her eyes closed | Source: Pexels
Tyler exhaled shakily. “Grandpa Terry… he told us about an accident. Years ago. I didn’t know the details. He only talked about it once, when I was a kid.”
I stared at him, barely able to breathe. “What did he say?”
“He said he was in a crash. He panicked and left the scene. He confessed to the police a few days later. He told them everything. The court said it was both his and the other driver’s fault. He went to prison for six years.”
A sad man | Source: Pexels
I blinked, stunned. “Prison?”
Tyler nodded, his voice breaking. “When he got out, he swore he’d spend the rest of his life trying to be a better man. He’s been the heart of our family ever since. He’s… he’s not the man you remember from that day.”
My hands clenched into fists. “He left my brother there, Tyler. He didn’t even try to help him!”
A couple arguing in their kitchen | Source: Pexels
Tyler’s voice cracked. “I know. I know, and he’s never forgiven himself for it. He carries it every single day. But he’s also the man who raised my mom, who taught me to be kind, who welcomed you into this family with open arms.”
I shook my head, tears streaming down my face. “That doesn’t erase what he did.”
A crying woman looking into the camera | Source: Pexels
“No, it doesn’t,” Tyler admitted. “But he’s spent his life trying to make up for it. He’s not perfect, but he’s not a monster either.”
I turned away from Tyler, my chest heaving as I tried to make sense of it all. My mind raced, dragging me back to that awful day.
It was loud—metal crunching, glass shattering. I turned to see his car, smashed on the driver’s side. My brother wasn’t moving. I froze, unable to scream or run.
A crashed car | Source: Pexels
And then I saw him. The other driver. He got out, looked around, and then… he just left. He didn’t check on my brother. He didn’t call for help. He just drove away.
My throat tightened as the memory faded. I looked back at Tyler, my voice shaking. “I was a kid, Tyler. I watched my brother die. And your grandfather—he didn’t care. He just left him there.”
A crying woman in her bedroom | Source: Pexels
Tyler’s face crumpled. “He cared, Claire. He just… he made the worst decision of his life that day. And he’s been trying to make it right ever since.”
I didn’t know what to say. My anger burned hot, but there was something else too—confusion, exhaustion, maybe even guilt.
“I don’t know if I can forgive him,” I said quietly.
A sad man covering his face with his hands | Source: Pexels
Tyler looked at me, his eyes filled with pain. “I don’t expect you to. But, Claire, I need you to know… he’s not that man anymore. And I love you. I don’t want this to come between us.”
I swallowed hard, my emotions swirling. “I need time.”
I needed clarity. My hands trembled as I dialed my mom’s number, tears streaking my face. She answered after the second ring.
“Claire? Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
An elderly woman talking on her phone | Source: Pexels
“Mom,” I choked out, “did you know? About the man who caused the accident—Tyler’s grandfather?”
There was a long pause. “Claire,” she began softly, “we didn’t tell you. You’d already been through so much.”
I pressed the phone harder to my ear, the lump in my throat making it hard to speak. “Mom, I don’t understand. How could you hide something like this from me? All these years, you never thought I had a right to know?”
A woman talking on her phone | Source: Midjourney
My mom sighed deeply. “Claire, we were trying to protect you. After your brother’s death, you were devastated. You stopped talking for weeks, barely ate. Telling you everything wouldn’t have helped you heal—it would’ve made things worse.”
“But you let me believe he just got away with it!” I said, my voice rising. “I lived with this idea that he never paid for what he did.”
A concerned woman talking on her phone | Source: Pexels
“Sweetheart,” she said gently, “he didn’t get away with it. He went to prison. The court ruled it wasn’t entirely his fault. Your brother was speeding, Claire. Both of them made mistakes that day.”
Her words hit me like a punch in the gut. “Why didn’t you tell me that either?”
“You were just a child,” she said softly. “You adored your brother, and we didn’t want to tarnish his memory for you. We thought we were doing what was best.”
A crying woman looking to her side | Source: Pexels
I bit my lip, trying to hold back tears. “I met him today, Mom. Grandpa Terry. He looked me in the eye and wished me a happy life, and I had no idea. How could you let me walk into that?”
“I didn’t know he’d be there,” she admitted. “If I had, I would’ve told you. But Claire… maybe this is a chance to heal, for all of us.”
Her words lingered in the air, heavy and bittersweet. “You think I should forgive him?”
A smiling woman talking on her phone in her living room | Source: Pexels
“I think that’s something only you can decide,” she said. “But don’t let this ruin your happiness, Claire. Tyler loves you, and you deserve a fresh start.”
I felt my anger soften into sadness. My parents hadn’t meant to hurt me. They’d been trying to protect me.
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I sat in silence after the call, thinking about the day’s events. Grandpa Terry had greeted me warmly at the wedding, his eyes kind, his hands steady as he wished me and Tyler a happy life together.
I thought about Tyler too—how honest and compassionate he’d been, even when my anger lashed out at him.
Grandpa Terry had made a terrible mistake, but he’d also faced the consequences. He’d served his time and lived with remorse.
A sad elderly man | Source: Pexels
I took a deep breath. I loved Tyler, and his family was my family now.
When Tyler came into the room, I took his hand. “I’m still hurt, but I want to move forward. With you. With your family.”
He pulled me into his arms, relief washing over his face. Together, we chose healing over pain.
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