My SIL Threw Away All My Brothers Hawaiian Shirts Instead of Packing Them As Promised, Unaware I Saw Her

When I caught my sister-in-law, Iris, secretly tossing my brother Donny’s beloved Hawaiian shirts instead of packing them, I knew I had to act fast. Rather than confront her, I quietly rescued them and planned the perfect prank. Little did Iris know, her “trash” was about to make a memorable comeback!

I pulled into my brother’s nearly empty house, where the moving truck had already left for Oklahoma. Iris was finishing the last bit of packing, and I was there to help with the final touches.

I knocked on the door but didn’t wait for a reply. I never did.

“Hey! I brought coffee!” I called out as I walked inside. The empty house echoed back at me, but there was no response. Iris was probably upstairs, so I headed to the bedroom to find her.

As I neared the door, which was slightly ajar, I saw her crouched over a trash bag, focused on her task. And that’s when I saw it—bright, familiar colors peeking out from the bag. Donny’s Hawaiian shirts! My heart skipped a beat.

I froze, trying to process what I was seeing. Iris teased Donny relentlessly about those shirts, but throwing them out? I stood there, watching in disbelief as she stuffed another one into the trash like it was worthless.

Those shirts weren’t just clothes to Donny—they were part of his personality. He loved them, and there was no way he’d ever agree to throw them out. My anger flared, but I forced myself to think fast.

“Iris!” I called out, nudging the door open with my foot and stepping inside. “What are you up to?”

Her eyes widened in shock as she quickly tried to close the bag. “Candy! You’re early. I was just, uh… throwing out some trash.”

I glanced at the trash bag stuffed with Donny’s favorite shirts and smirked. She was caught red-handed, and an idea began to form.

“Take a break,” I said, thrusting the coffee into her hands. “I’ll take out the trash for you, and then you can tell me what else you need help with.”

Before she could protest, I snatched up the bag and headed outside. Once safely by my car, I tossed the shirts into my trunk, chuckling to myself. This was going to be the best prank ever.

Later that evening, I texted my parents with a plan. Surprise housewarming party at Donny and Iris’s new place. Meet in Oklahoma this Saturday. 🎉

My parents loved surprises, especially the kind that made their kids squirm with embarrassment. Little did they know, I had something even more exciting planned for the party.

We arrived at Donny and Iris’s new home late that Saturday afternoon, with the Oklahoma sun beginning to dip. Iris answered the door, her surprise thinly masked. I could tell she wasn’t ready for this.

“Surprise!” we all shouted, balloons in hand. My mom charged in, already asking questions and complimenting the house while nearly knocking over a lamp.

Donny emerged from the kitchen, grinning in his usual laid-back way, though noticeably without one of his signature floral shirts. He wore a plain tee instead, which made me snicker inside.

“Wow, you guys came all the way out here!” he exclaimed, giving me a quick hug. “I just wish the airline hadn’t lost my luggage. All my favorite Hawaiian shirts are gone. Just vanished.”

I bit my lip to keep from laughing, especially when I noticed Iris fidgeting nervously behind him. Her expression was priceless.

“You mean your Hawaiian shirts?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah! Man, I loved those shirts,” Donny said, clearly disappointed.

“They were definitely… memorable,” I agreed, shooting a sideways glance at Iris, whose face had turned a shade paler. She avoided eye contact, and I couldn’t resist pushing the joke further. “I bet Iris really misses seeing you in them, huh?”

She forced a smile and nodded. “Oh, yes. Those… shirts.”

By the time we got to the gift exchange, Iris was practically buzzing with nerves. After Mom and Dad gave Donny some practical housewarming gifts, it was my turn.

“Here you go, bro. Thought you might like this,” I said, handing him a framed childhood photo of the two of us, Donny proudly wearing one of his cherished Hawaiian shirts.

His face lit up as he showed it to everyone. “Look at us! Man, I used to love that shirt.”

“And speaking of shirts,” I added with a grin, “there’s one more thing.” I dramatically pulled the trash bag from behind me, the one Iris had thought was long gone.

Donny’s eyes widened as I pulled out the first of his Hawaiian shirts, holding it up like a trophy. “No. Freaking. Way!” he shouted in disbelief, grabbing the shirt from me and running his hands over it like a lost treasure. “How did you…?”

I winked. “I have my ways.”

Iris stood frozen, her mouth slightly open, trying to process what had just happened. She had no idea how to respond, but the realization that she had been caught slowly dawned on her face.

After the excitement settled down, Iris pulled me aside, her face flushed. “You saw me, didn’t you?” she asked, crossing her arms in frustration.

I feigned innocence. “Saw what?”

She sighed, rubbing her temples. “The shirts. You saw me throw them out.”

“Maybe,” I teased. “Looks like he really missed them, huh?”

She groaned. “I can’t stand those loud, tacky things. But seeing how happy they make him… maybe I was wrong.”

I put a hand on her shoulder. “Relationships are all about compromise. Besides, no one’s asking you to wear them.”

She laughed, finally relaxing a little. “And I guess you weren’t going to let that ‘lost luggage’ story go, huh?”

I grinned. “What can I say? I live for a good prank.”

Later, Iris came clean in front of the whole family, admitting what she had done. She confessed that she found the shirts ridiculous but, seeing how much they meant to Donny, she was sorry.

Donny just laughed it off. “Hey, I love my shirts, but I love you more,” he said, giving her a kiss. “I’ll save them for weekends, just for you.”

In the end, the Hawaiian shirts became more than just a wardrobe choice—they turned into a family joke, a reminder of Donny’s quirky charm and the little compromises we make for the people we love.

Little Orphan Prays in Church for Mom to Come for Him, ‘I’ll Take You,’ He Hears One Day – Story of the Day

A little orphaned boy cries in church, begging God to send his mother to take him. The next minute, he turns pale when a voice answers from behind, saying, “I’ll take you.”

A string of untold emotions is attached to kids abandoned by their parents. Six-year-old Alan was one such neglected child who yearned to see his mother but never got that chance.

One day, in a serendipitous encounter in church, little Alan’s world shifted. He was crying, begging God to send his mom to him, telling God how different his world would be if his mother were with him.

Amid his loud cries and heartwarming argument with God, a strange voice spoke up from behind, offering to take him…

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“Dear Jesus, they say you hear everything. My guardians in the foster home told me to knock on your door and ask for everything I needed. I want my mommy. Can you please send her to me?”

“Alan, my boy! I’ve come for you. I’ve come to take you home.”

Alan cried as he folded his hands in prayer and stared at the crucifix. His eyes were painfully red, and his soft, pink cheeks were wet.

“My nanny told me you answer everyone’s prayers. Then why aren’t answering mine?”

The vestibule echoed with Alan’s loud cries. He was heartbroken. He did not want to return to the shelter, where kids often poked fun at him. They constantly taunted him saying his mom would never return and he had no choice but to wait for someone to adopt him.

“Nobody would be interested in taking a crybaby like you home,” were some of the harshest things he heard from fellow kids in the shelter. Alan cried his heart out that day, demanding God for an answer.

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“Alan, shhh!” his guardian, Nancy, interrupted. “It’s a church. Be quiet, and don’t cry. People are watching you. Please calm down.”

Alan tried to control his tears. He kept staring at the crucifix until he saw a woman with a child enter the church. He could no longer hold back his tears and started crying again.

“Jesus, you’re not answering me. Please, I want to be with my mommy like that girl. Nanny, why is Jesus not answering? You told me he answered all our prayers, but why hasn’t he told me anything?”

Nancy stared at the boy and grinned at his innocent questions.

“I’ll take you,” a woman’s voice suddenly said from behind them. “My baby, I’ve come for you. Please stop crying.”

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Alan and Nancy were startled. They turned around, and behind them was the woman with the child Alan had seen moments ago.

“Alan, my boy! I’ve come for you. I’ve come to take you home,” she cried.

“Who are you? How do you know the kid’s name?” questioned Nancy, holding Alan tight.

“My name is Annette. I’m Alan’s mother. I come here daily to see him and ensure he’s fine.”

“Your son? Do you have any proof?”

Annette took out a photo of her holding a newborn baby in her arms. “I left him at the shelter’s doorstep six years ago.”

“This is unbelievable. This was how Alan looked when I first picked him up from the doorstep on that rainy night. I heard the loud cries of a baby outside on the patio and found him there. Why did you leave your baby? How can you be such a heartless mother?”

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Annette began to cry and disclosed the most saddening story of her life.

Six years ago, she was 16 and accidentally fell pregnant with her boyfriend’s child. After she revealed this to him, he dumped her and moved to another state, blocking her from contact. Annette’s parents advised her to terminate the pregnancy, but she couldn’t do it.

“My parents gave me only one choice—to abandon my baby or to forget them and the legacy I would inherit. I was too naive and young to become a mother, so I left my newborn baby at the shelter and moved on.”

Annette added that she finished college and married another man. The girl with her, Amy, was her daughter from this marriage.

“I tried my best, but I could not forget my son. I visit this church often to watch him from a distance. But after hearing him crying for his mother today, I could not hold back any longer. I want to take him home with me.”

Soon, Annette began the legal formalities to gain Alan’s custody back. She took DNA tests with him, revealing they were mother and son by a 99 percent match. Although she successfully took Alan home and restored their relationship, it came with a hefty price.

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Annette’s parents turned against her and cut her off from their lives and their will. Even worse, her husband turned against her despite knowing the truth about her shady past.

“I married you because you were honest about your failed relationship with your ex-boyfriend and thought you would never want that kid again. But now, even your parents have disowned you. Look, I’m not willing to father someone else’s child. I’m ready to support my daughter financially, but our marriage is over,” her husband Jason said, immediately filing for a divorce.

Annette and Jason were divorced shortly after. Annette got custody of her daughter and was delighted to have Alan back.

“Never come to us begging for money again” were the last words she heard her parents tell her, and Annette was fine with that. She felt her life was complete, even without her parents’ approval or their money.

She moved abroad with her two wonderful children, got a good job, and only looks forward to living a happy life.

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What can we learn from this story?

  • God answers our prayers. Whenever Alan went to church, he would cry and ask God to send his mother to him. One day, his prayers were answered when he heard a voice offering to take him, and it turned out to be his mother.
  • Do not abandon your children and punish them for a mistake you have committed. When Annette fell pregnant at 16, her parents told her to abandon the baby. She obeyed them and moved on, unaware of how it would affect her son as he grew up.

A little girl cries in church, asking God to save her sick grandmother’s life. Suddenly, a voice speaks behind her, offering to help. Click here to read the full story.

This piece is inspired by stories from the everyday lives of our readers and written by a professional writer. Any resemblance to actual names or locations is purely coincidental. All images are for illustration purposes only. Share your story with us; maybe it will change someone’s life.

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