My Brother Had Our Grandmother Overburdened with Housework — When I Witnessed Her Scrubbing the Floors, I Decided to Teach Him a Lesson

When Mia noticed her brother’s negligent attitude towards their elderly grandmother reaching an intolerable point, she cleverly orchestrated a scheme to give him a reality check. What began as a mere gathering soon escalated, unveiling deep-seated family issues and leaving her brother, Mike, embarrassed in front of both friends and family.

Hello! I’m Mia, and this is my tale. After selling her own home to cover medical expenses, my grandma moved in with my brother a few months back. The arrangement seemed beneficial, and she never voiced any complaints. I assumed they were managing well until my recent visit…

During my stay, I observed grandma tirelessly cooking, cleaning, doing laundry, and even gardening daily without any assistance from my brother. Despite suffering from chronic back issues, he incessantly demanded more chores from her with a dismissive, entitled demeanor.

“Granny, could you press my shirts?” he’d shout from the couch.

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“Sure, dear,” she’d respond, masking her discomfort with a smile.

“And the lawn needs attention,” he’d add while fixated on his video games.

“I’ll handle it,” she’d reply, grimacing as she rose.

One day, I found her mopping the floors, her hands chapped and her movements laden with pain. That moment, my frustration and sadness overwhelmed me, and I decided to intervene.

“Grandma, why are you doing all of this?” I confronted her, barely containing my anger. “You need to be resting!”

She paused, her weary eyes meeting mine. “He needs help, dear. He’s swamped with work.”

“Swamped?!” I retorted incredulously. “He’s just lounging around playing games! This isn’t right!”

She sighed. “It’s fine, it’s only a bit of work.”

However, it was clear that it was more than a bit of work; it was far too much for her, especially given her health. Something had to be done. I decided to throw a party, a unique one that would serve as a vivid lesson for my brother.

Growing up, Mike was always the family favorite, the charismatic sports star, whereas I was the introverted, scholarly type. Our parents doted on him, overlooking his shortcomings because they saw him as the ambitious one, while I was labeled the dependable one.

I hoped that with grandma moving in, Mike would step up and share the household responsibilities.

“Mike, could you at least help Grandma with the groceries?” I had pleaded during a phone check-in.

He laughed it off. “She’s alright, sis. She enjoys keeping busy.”

“She’s not your maid,” I had retorted, my frustration peaking.

“Don’t exaggerate,” he dismissed.

Seeing grandma now, struggling and hurting, intensified my feelings of anger and helplessness. Mike’s selfishness had reached new depths, and I couldn’t stand idly by.

One evening, I sat down with grandma after dinner. “Granny, you need to take a break. You can’t continue like this.”

She patted my hand reassuringly. “I’ll manage, sweetie. I’ve dealt with worse.”

“But you shouldn’t have to,” I insisted. “Mike needs to contribute. It’s not fair to you.”

She looked resigned. “He’s just set in his ways.”

I shook my head. “That doesn’t make it okay.”

A daring idea then took hold. It was bold, perhaps somewhat risky, but necessary. Mike needed a serious reality check about how much grandma was doing, and it was up to me to make it happen.

I orchestrated a surprise party for him, cleverly timed just before my departure. He consented, expecting nothing more than a casual get-together with old friends.

The day of the party, I implemented my plan. I sabotaged his laundry by mixing in ketchup and dirt, ensuring all his clothes were unwearable.

Next, I dirtied the freshly washed dishes, undoing all the cleaning grandma had meticulously done.

Mike, oblivious on the sofa, casually asked for a drink. “Hey, sis, could you grab me a beer?”

“Sure, Mike,” I replied sweetly, serving him the beer just as the first guests arrived.

He soon noticed the chaos. “What the heck is all this?” he exclaimed, surveying the disarray. “Grandma, didn’t you clean up?”

Grandma, resting but now confused, apologized. “Oh dear, I must have overlooked it.”

Frustrated, Mike checked the laundry, discovering his stained clothes. “Seriously?” he complained. “I have nothing clean!”

He confronted me in the kitchen amidst the mess. “What’s going on? Why is everything a mess?” he demanded.

I shrugged. “I don’t know, Mike. Maybe ask Grandma.”

Annoyed, he donned a dirty shirt as more guests arrived, scrambling to tidy up. “My grandma was supposed to have cleaned already,” he grumbled to a friend. “Now look, I have nothing decent to wear!”

His friend raised an eyebrow. “Man, you’re thirty. Handle your own chores,” he joked.

Mike tried to continue cleaning, but grandma stood to assist. “I’m sorry, Mike. Let me help now,” she offered.

“You should’ve done this earlier. Now the party’s ruined,” he snapped.

A hush fell over the room as everyone witnessed his outburst. “Why can’t you just do your job, Grandma?” he yelled.

The room’s silence deepened. An old teacher, Mr. Parker, finally spoke up. “Mike, you should be embarrassed. She’s your grandmother, not hired help.”

Humiliated, Mike retreated upstairs, while I reassured grandma, encouraging her to enjoy the evening.

The guests slowly resumed their interactions, and the night eventually turned pleasant, filled with laughter and stories. Grandma relaxed among friends, and I felt a sense of accomplishment. This experience, I hoped, would be the catalyst for Mike to change his ways.

Grandma thanked me softly. “I hope he learns from this.”

“He will,” I assured her, confident that the evening had made an impact. “He has to.”

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