My Teenage Son Spent Grandma’s Funeral Savings on a Game — The Family Taught Him a Lesson

When Judy discovers that her teenage son has been stealing and using his grandmother’s money to satisfy his gaming addiction, she has no choice but to teach him a lesson that he will never forget.

I’ve always heard about there being one child in every family who just goes overboard and does stupid things.

I didn’t expect my son to be that child in our family.

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A smiling teenage boy | Source: Midjourney

My teenage son, Brandon, like most teenage boys his age, had gotten into gaming. And whenever a new game came out, he would get obsessed over it and watch the trailers, begging me to buy it.

“It’s ridiculous, Brandon,” I would say firmly. “I’m not giving you money for stupid games.”

But he was as persistent as they came. And when the latest version of his favorite game came out, he would whine and plead daily.

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A teenage boy playing on a computer | Source: Midjourney

“Please, Mom,” he would ask at every opportunity. “Please, just this game and I won’t ask for anything else.”

“Brandon, I’ve already said no,” I would say. “Please, stop nagging. This discussion is over.”

Then, a week ago, the whining stopped. Brandon retreated to his room and was stuck behind his computer again, talk of the game long forgotten.

I was relieved, thinking that he had finally moved past this phase.

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A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

“I don’t know how else to tell him that we cannot spend money on video games,” I told my husband, Liam.

“I know,” he agreed. “It’s time that Brandon realizes that there’s more to life than just sitting behind a computer. And if he insists on it, then it’s time to get a part-time job to pay for his games.”

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A smiling man | Source: Midjourney

Everything seemed fine as we settled back into our routine.

Until I received a panicked call from my mom.

“My savings for the funeral! They disappeared!” Her voice trembled with fear and confusion. “Judy, they’re gone!”

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A shocked old woman | Source: Midjourney

Now, I should probably explain this part:

My mother is as eccentric as they come. And for the past three years, she has gotten it into her head that she needs to save up for her funeral. She’s healthy as can be, but it’s something that she does as a comfort.

“It’s not my fault, Judy,” she would say. “Some of my friends are passing away now, and I have to be prepared, too.”

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An urn on a stool | Source: Midjourney

She would pick up her paintbrushes and splash wet paint all over her studio as she spoke.

“And it’s okay if you think I’m crazy, darling,” she would continue. “But at the end of the day, I have to do what gives me peace of mind.”

Since then, my mother had been putting away money each month.

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A person holding a paintbrush | Source: Midjourney

“Where are you storing it, Mom?” I asked her one day. “Please tell me that you have a separate bank account.”

“No, Judy,” she replied, her eyes wide. “Then we definitely won’t get it out in time for you to use for my funeral. No, it’s in a little wooden box under my bed.”

“That’s not safe, Mom,” I replied. “Anyone could get to it!”

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A little wooden box | Source: Midjourney

“My neighborhood is safe, darling,” she said. “Don’t you worry about that. I just need you to know where it is when you need it. You know, when the time comes.”

Little did I know, my son had heard this entire conversation.

“Calm down, Mom. I’m sure that there’s an explanation for this,” I said, trying to soothe her.

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A woman on the phone | Source: Midjourney

It took hours to calm her down, and every time I thought she was okay, she would burst into tears all over again.

“I should have listened to you, Judy,” she cried. “Keeping the money lying around was a very stupid thing to do.”

But as I hung up, I knew two things: who was at fault and what I was going to do.

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A sad old woman | Source: Midjourney

A week earlier, Liam and I had gone away for the weekend to celebrate our anniversary, and we had left Brandon with my mother.

He had been present when my mother and I had the conversation about her savings and the little wooden box that held it.

I could remember him sitting at her kitchen table, eating the cookies she had made for him, and listening intently to the conversation.

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Cookies on a plate | Source: Midjourney

“Gran is really worried about dying?” he asked me in the car.

“It’s normal for her to be worried,” I replied.

Now, I pieced together the story quickly. Brandon must have thought that my mother wouldn’t notice the missing money. Or maybe he did, but he didn’t care about the consequences.

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A woman driving | Source: Midjourney

All he had wanted was to satisfy his gaming obsession.

“Brandon, do you know anything about Grandma’s missing money?” I asked him later that evening as we cooked dinner together.

My son’s face paled in front of me.

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A shocked teenage boy | Source: Midjourney

“No, why would I know anything about that?” he replied, a little too quickly. “Gran didn’t tell me.”

By that point, I was certain that it was him. His tone was all off, and I had offered him a chance to confess.

The following weekend, he begged to spend the night at my mother’s house.

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A smiling teenage boy | Source: Midjourney

“Please, Mom,” he said. “I’m sure Gran isn’t feeling too safe at the moment.”

I allowed it, thinking that he’d try to sneak the money back.

And sure enough, when I went to pick him up, my mother opened the door beaming.

“You’ll never guess what!” she said, pulling me into a tight hug.

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A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney

“What happened?” I asked, curiosity taking over me.

“Last night, after Brandon and I had dinner, he asked me about the money and said that he wanted to check my room,” she said.

“Oh, he said that, huh?” I asked.

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A stack of dollars | Source: Midjourney

“Yes! And he found it! He said that I must have misplaced it, and I guess that maybe I did. Most of it is there, except for about $100, but I could have used that on my nails last week for all I know.”

“I’m glad you found it, Mom,” I said earnestly, but inside, I was seething.

The plan was simple. I texted Liam and told him everything, asking him to call for a family meeting later that evening. We needed to teach Brandon a lesson that he wouldn’t forget any time soon.

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A person using their phone | Source: Midjourney

After dinner, Liam stood up.

“We need to have a family meeting now,” he said. “It’s important. Don’t worry about the dishes, love, we can do it later.”

Brandon and I followed Liam into the living room and we sat down.

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A teenager sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

“Brandon, Gran told me about you finding her money last night. Her memory seems to be going, doesn’t it? Maybe we should consider a nursing home?”

Liam nodded his head slowly.

“Look, Judy, I know that it’s painful to think about. But maybe that will be the best thing, if she’s worried about her memory.”

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A close-up of a man | Source: Midjourney

“What? No! She’s fine!” Brandon protested, his eyes wide with panic.

“Well, she’s lost her money once. What if it’s her keys or she forgets to take her medication or put the stove off?” my husband added, playing his part perfectly.

My son’s face turned a deep shade of red.

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A close-up of a teenage boy | Source: Midjourney

“She didn’t lose the money! It was there all along!” he said.

“So, you’re saying that Grandma’s lying?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No, I’m saying that maybe she’s just confused,” he said, squirming in his seat.

“If she’s that confused, then maybe a nursing home is best,” I replied.

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An old woman at a nursing home | Source: Midjourney

“I’ll make some calls tomorrow,” my husband said.

Finally, Brandon’s façade crumbled.

“Okay, okay! I took the money! I’m sorry! But I just wanted to buy my game. I didn’t think that it would cause so much trouble.”

We let him sit in silence for a moment, the weight of his confession hanging in the air.

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An upset teenage boy | Source: Midjourney

“Brandon, stealing is wrong. And lying about it makes it worse,” I said softly. “You’re going to have to make this right.”

“I know,” he said. “I’m sorry. I’ll get a summer job and pay Grandma back. I promise.”

“That’s a start,” I said. “But you also need to apologize to Grandma. And you’re going to tell her the truth. Not me. And you’re grounded from using your computer until you’ve paid back every cent. Do you understand?”

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A close-up of a stern woman | Source: Midjourney

Brandon nodded, tears streaming down his face.

“I will, I promise. I’ll get a job at the ice cream place and I’ll make everything right.”

Of course, he had no other choice.

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An ice cream store | Source: Midjourney

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My Kids Listed My House on Airbnb While I Was in the Hospital — I Found a Way to Teach Them a Lesson

Mariah had been feeling less than healthy lately, causing her to admit herself to the hospital so that she could have a check-up. But in her absence, her children decided to rent out her house as an Airbnb, ready to pocket the money for themselves. When Mariah found out, she decided to teach them a lesson.

“I want you to tell Denise to book it,” I said. “But they’ll recognize that it’s her, so she’s probably going to need to create a new account. Do you think she’ll be okay with that?”

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A phone opened to an Airbnb app | Source: Pexels

“Of course, she will!” Liz said. “Anything for you. But then what?”

“I’m getting discharged tomorrow,” I said. “But the kids think that I’ll be here until the end of the week. So, let them think that they’re going to make some money off the place.”

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A close-up of a woman’s IV and hospital band | Source: Midjourney

“You want Denise to rent the place, but you want to mess it up?” Liz chuckled. “That’s devious.”

“No, my children are devious,” I said.

I hung up the call, and the nurse brought my lunch to me, ready to leave me alone to eat while she did her rounds.

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My Ex Ruined My Day at Work, I Brilliantly Took Revenge on Him the Same Day — Story of the Day

Miranda, a hardworking young Mexican woman, faces a challenge when her ex tries to humiliate her at her job. Miranda is scared to act because her job is at stake, but the pain her ex caused pushes her. Despite the risk of losing her employment, she finds a way to make him pay for his actions.

Miranda’s breakup with her ex had been a public affair, which had plunged her into depression. As an immigrant trying to build a life in a new country, she knew she had to keep working to keep herself afloat. But it seemed like her problems never ended. One day, she was late to her job at the restaurant again and had to explain the situation to her boss, Michael, in the restaurant kitchen.

“I’m really sorry for being late again, Michael. A lot has been happening… my boyfriend and I broke up, and everyone knows about it,” Miranda said quietly.

“Miranda, what happens in your life is your thing, but it’s a problem for me if it messes with your work. I need you here on time, ready to work. This is your final warning,” Michael said seriously.

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Miranda said she’d do better, but things got harder when she saw her ex, Colin, and his girlfriend Leslie, at a table in the restaurant. She asked Michael if she could avoid serving them, but he said no, pointing out the need to stay professional.

“We all have tough stuff to deal with, Miranda. We’re short on people, and I need you to do your job, not run away,” Michael said, not even looking at her.

Miranda had no choice but to serve Colin and Leslie, who were rude and made mean jokes about where she was from.

“Look who we have here, Miranda, serving tables. I guess people from your background really do find their calling in the service industry, huh?” Colin said in a nasty way.

Miranda managed a strained smile and asked if they were ready to order, hiding her turmoil.

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Right then, Colin dropped his fork deliberately, forcing Miranda to retrieve it.

And as Miranda did that, Leslie laughed loudly and clapped. “Look at Miranda! She’s good at picking things up!”

Now, everyone was looking at her, making Miranda feel even worse. She gave the fork back to Colin with a barely steady hand. “Thanks,” Colin said, but he clearly didn’t mean it. “You’re such a team player.”

Miranda tried to stay calm and quickly brought their order, Mexican stew, hoping they would stop being mean. But Colin said the stew wasn’t spicy enough and made a mess by flipping his plate. The mess got all over Miranda’s clothes.

“It’s okay,” she said, trying not to sound upset while she cleaned up. But Leslie kept laughing, and people watched her. So many eyes on her completely shattered the confidence and strength Miranda had tried to muster until now.

She could no longer hold those tears that were welling up in her eyes. She had to go to the kitchen and hide in a corner, and she was so upset she started crying.

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As she broke down into sobs, a voice distracted her. “Here, take this,” it said.

Miranda looked up to see Chef Robert holding a kitchen towel. She knew he was a kind man who helped all his colleagues. Something about his presence made her cry harder as she accepted the towel.

“Look, I don’t want to interfere in your personal life, but you’re stronger than you think, Miranda. You’ve got a spirit that’s much bigger than the problems you’re facing.”

Miranda sniffled, knowing she really needed someone to talk to, so she opened up to Chef Robert. And like a gentleman, he listened as she spoke about her early days with Colin and recalled the time that ruined everything for her. That one time, Colin really wanted to go to a party with her, but she was worried about her schoolwork.

Miranda, Colin, and Leslie were college mates.

“I really should study, Colin,” she had told him. “My grades aren’t looking too good.”

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But Colin shook his head, refusing to accept her no as an answer. “Come on, Miranda. You’re smart, and you work so hard. One night off won’t hurt. Please come with me.”

Miranda was stuck. She liked the idea of spending time with Colin but knew she should study. “Let me think about it. I’ll tell you tonight,” she told him finally.

After they kissed and Colin promised her a fun night, Miranda went back to her room feeling excited but also a bit stressed. As soon as she walked in, her roommate — none other than Leslie — interrupted her.

“What’s going on, Miranda? You look so happy. And where did those flowers come from?” she asked. If only Miranda knew the girl was a wolf in sheep’s clothing…

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“It’s Colin. He’s been so sweet, and I really like him. He invited me to a party, but I’m worried about my exams.”

“Miranda, you’ve got to enjoy life too. Don’t miss out because of exams!” Leslie said. “Come on, this is the time to have fun!”

“Les, I really need to study.”

“You’re a smart cookie, Miranda. Taking one night off won’t mess up your future. Have fun at the party with Colin. Trust me, and GO!”

Feeling a bit more confident that one night wouldn’t hurt her studies, Miranda decided to accept Colin’s invite and called him. “I’ll be there, Colin. This night is important to you, so it’s important to me too,” she said.

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But that night, when Miranda walked into the loud club where the party was, she felt a bit out of place. Colin noticed and handed her a drink, “Here, drink this. It’ll make you feel better.”

Miranda couldn’t say no. As the alcohol kicked in, she forgot about all her worries, enjoying the music and dancing, feeling really free.

The next morning, Miranda woke up in a strange place, her clothes all over the floor. She was scared to find herself undressed, around other girls and boys, also barely dressed, just sleeping around.

As she remembered bits and pieces of the night with Colin, a chill ran down her spine. She quickly called a taxi to go back to her college dorm, worried about what others would think if they found her like that.

Back at college, everyone was whispering and looking at her. Miranda had no idea why.

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She was feeling upset and lonely and really wanted to talk to Leslie, but Leslie wasn’t there. Neither Leslie nor Colin answered her calls. Then, the college dean called her, upset about some embarrassing videos and photos, and mentioned that she would be expelled.

Miranda was devastated and went to find Colin for help. But when she found him, he was with Leslie, and they were both laughing meanly.

“Look who’s here,” Colin sneered, his voice dripping with mockery. “Came running back to me, Miranda? Thought I could fix your little problem?”

Leslie’s grin was just as mocking. “Oh, Miranda, did you really think Colin was interested in you? It was all a bet,” she revealed. “Two weeks. That’s all it took for him to get you to play the fool. And now, look at you, practically begging for his help.”

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Miranda felt so hurt and alone as she listened to them laugh at her. She knew they had tricked her and she had lost so much, but she also felt a spark of determination to overcome this.

After sharing the details of her past that brought her to this restaurant as a waitress, Miranda decided she wanted revenge on Colin and Leslie. “Robert, can you help me? Make their food super spicy, just once?” she asked.

Robert was unsure, worrying about the restaurant’s image, but Miranda was firm. “I really need this,” she said. “Please, do this for once?”

Robert didn’t want to do that, but somewhere, he, too, felt people like Leslie and Colin deserved a taste of their medicine. “Alright, Miranda. But let’s keep it low-key,” he suggested.

Miranda mixed up a spicy sauce, not thinking about what might happen to her if her plan was exposed. She was just focused on getting even. “Use this,” she said, giving Robert a sauce-soaked napkin.

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When Colin and Leslie got their food, Leslie mocked her again. “This is spicy? This is what you called a SPICY Mexican stew?” she sneered.

Right then, Colin wiped his mouth with the napkin and was hit by the strong spice. His skin flared a deep red as if he’d been slapped by the very essence of the spice, and his breaths became shallow, desperate gasps.

“Colin, breathe, just try to breathe,” Leslie urged, patting his back. However, when people at the restaurant began to stare and laugh, Leslie’s cheeks flushed red with shame. She realized she had been mean to Leslie, and now, others found amusement in her and Colin’s predicament.

Unable to handle the embarrassment, she blurted out, “This is unbearable! We’re finished!” and quickly left.

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Miranda observed the scene quietly, a hint of a smile on her face. She remembered how they had deceived her, thinking they would be happy together. It seemed fate had other ideas.

Though in pain, Colin loudly yelled that Miranda should lose her job, claiming Miranda ‘messed with his dish,’ and it was then that Michael stepped in with a cool head. He tried the stew and didn’t see any problems. “This dish is perfectly fine, sir. There’s nothing wrong with it,” he declared, spotting the spicy-saturated napkin but discreetly concealing it.

“Also, Miranda’s been with us for a long time. She wouldn’t mess up a meal on purpose,” he said, taking Miranda’s side. At that point, Miranda exchanged a silent look of understanding with her boss, grateful for his help.

Colin looked around for someone to agree with him but found no one. Leslie was gone, and the other customers just watched.

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Then, Michael gave Colin some friendly advice. “You know, Colin, sometimes the heat comes not from the food but from how we act towards others. Maybe think about that, okay?”

Colin was speechless, and Miranda felt a wave of satisfaction. She had found a smart and strong way to stand up for herself and witnessed how empathy and understanding united people.

Michael’s choice to stand up for her and teach Colin about being humble and respectful showed her that even in tough times, there are friends all around.

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