Dizem que o carma tem um jeito de equilibrar a balança, e eu nunca acreditei tanto nisso quanto neste voo em particular. Meu nome é Becca, e tenho 26 anos. Trabalho como designer gráfica freelancer, o que significa que meu laptop é como uma extensão de mim mesma.
Becca com seu laptop | Fonte: Midjourney
Hoje, eu estava em um voo para visitar minha avó. Ela está entrando e saindo do hospital há semanas, e os médicos não têm certeza de quanto tempo ela tem.
Minha avó e eu sempre fomos próximas. Quando criança, eu passava a maioria dos fins de semana na casa dela, ouvindo histórias sobre sua infância e as aventuras que ela teve.
Becca com sua avó | Fonte: Midjourney
Ela nos fazia chá, e nós nos sentávamos em seu balanço da varanda, rindo de coisas que pareciam não importar para ninguém além de nós. Quando eu estava lutando para descobrir o que queria fazer da minha vida, foi ela quem me encorajou a seguir o design gráfico.
Então, quando ouvi que a condição dela estava piorando, eu sabia que tinha que estar lá. Eu precisava vê-la, segurar sua mão e lembrá-la das histórias que compartilhamos. A preocupação com a saúde dela era como um peso pesado no meu peito, dificultando a respiração.
Becca nervosa | Fonte: Midjourney
Finalmente encontrei meu assento perto da janela e suspirei de alívio. Coloquei minha bolsa de laptop sob o assento na minha frente e sentei. Enquanto eu estava afivelando meu cinto de segurança, notei o homem que estaria sentado ao meu lado.
Ele parecia ter uns cinquenta e poucos anos, com cabelos grisalhos e um terno que gritava negócios. Ele mal olhou para mim enquanto se espremia para sentar.
“Com licença,” ele murmurou, sem fazer contato visual. Sua voz estava rouca, e havia um toque de impaciência em seu tom. Ele se acomodou em seu assento, imediatamente pegando seu telefone e ignorando todo o resto ao seu redor.
Um homem mal-humorado perto de Becca | Fonte: Midjourney
Tentei ignorar. Afinal, estávamos todos apenas tentando passar pelo voo. Talvez ele estivesse lidando com seus próprios problemas. Peguei meu laptop, planejando terminar um trabalho. Foi uma boa distração do estresse que estava se acumulando nos últimos dias. Coloquei meus fones de ouvido e comecei a digitar, me perdendo no trabalho.
Cerca de uma hora depois do início do voo, eu finalmente estava fazendo algum progresso quando o homem ao meu lado chamou um comissário de bordo.
“Vou querer um uísque puro”, ele disse, com um tom cortante e exigente.
Um homem mal-humorado falando com uma aeromoça | Fonte: Midjourney
Continuei trabalhando, tentando não deixar que a atitude dele me incomodasse. Mas, pelo canto do olho, vi a aeromoça entregar a bebida a ele. Ele pegou sem uma palavra de agradecimento.
Não pensei mais nisso até ouvir o som de líquido espirrando. Em uma fração de segundo, senti algo frio e molhado em todo o meu colo e laptop.
Eu engasguei, levantando rapidamente meu laptop para salvá-lo do derramamento. Minhas mãos tremiam quando me virei para olhar para o homem. O uísque tinha derramado em todos os lugares — no meu jeans, no assento, e meu laptop levou o maior golpe.
Becca chocada coberta de uísque | Fonte: Midjourney
O homem olhou para a bagunça, depois para mim. Sua expressão era de leve aborrecimento, como se isso fosse de alguma forma minha culpa.
“Você poderia ao menos se desculpar?”, perguntei, tentando manter minha voz firme. “Você estragou meu laptop.”
Ele olhou para mim com um sorriso malicioso, do tipo que fazia meu sangue ferver.
Um homem arrogante em seu assento | Fonte: Midjourney
“O que você vai fazer, chorar por isso?”, ele disse, seu tom pingando condescendência. Ele nem tentou ajudar ou se oferecer para pagar pelos danos. Em vez disso, ele apenas voltou para seu telefone como se nada tivesse acontecido.
Olhei para ele, atordoada. Meu laptop estava arruinado. Era minha tábua de salvação para o trabalho, minha maneira de permanecer conectada com minha família. E agora, graças a esse homem, não passava de um peso de papel caro.
Becca olhando para seu laptop destruído | Fonte: Midjourney
Eu queria dizer alguma coisa, dizer a ele o quão errado ele estava, mas as palavras ficaram presas na minha garganta. Eu estava com muita raiva, muito chocada. Meu coração batia forte no meu peito, e eu sentia lágrimas pinicando nos cantos dos meus olhos. Mas eu não ia chorar, não na frente dele. Ele não valia a pena.
Em vez disso, respirei fundo e tentei me acalmar. Limpei o laptop o melhor que pude, mas não adiantou. A tela estava piscando e o teclado estava encharcado. Eu sabia que não havia mais salvação.
Um laptop danificado | Fonte: Midjourney
O resto do voo passou em um borrão. Eu não conseguia focar em nada, exceto na raiva e frustração crescentes dentro de mim. Mas, assim que eu estava perdido em meus pensamentos, a voz do capitão estalou no interfone.
“Senhoras e senhores, acabamos de receber a notícia de que, devido às condições climáticas severas na área, todos os voos de conexão foram cancelados. Por favor, verifique com o agente do portão ao pousar as opções de remarcação.”
Becca e o homem mal-humorado olhando para cima | Fonte: Midjourney
A notícia atingiu a cabine como uma onda, e um gemido coletivo surgiu dos passageiros. Senti o peso da frustração no ar, mas, estranhamente, não estava chateado. Minha prioridade era falar com minha avó e, naquele momento, nada mais parecia importar.
Olhei para o homem ao meu lado. Seu comportamento mudou em um instante. A confiança e arrogância que tinham sido tão aparentes antes se foram, substituídas por um olhar de puro pânico.
Seus dedos se atrapalharam enquanto ele checava o telefone, seu rosto ficando mais pálido a cada segundo. Ele começou a resmungar baixinho, claramente sobrecarregado pelo pensamento de perder o próximo voo.
Um homem frenético e mal-humorado | Fonte: Midjourney
“Isso não pode estar acontecendo,” ele sussurrou, sua voz tremendo. “Eu tenho uma reunião importante… Eu não posso perder isso…”
Eu o observei, sentindo uma estranha sensação de calma me invadir. Meu laptop estava arruinado, e isso era um grande problema. Mas vê-lo se desfazer me fez perceber que, às vezes, a vida tem um jeito engraçado de equilibrar as coisas.
Enquanto os outros passageiros se apressavam para fazer novos planos, eu calmamente me conectei ao Wi-Fi do voo, verificando voos alternativos. O processo foi lento, mas eu tinha tempo. Eu só queria estar lá para minha avó, e esse objetivo me ajudou a manter o foco.
Becca procurando outros voos | Fonte: Midjourney
Enquanto isso, o homem ao meu lado estava ficando mais frenético a cada minuto. Ele olhou para minha tela, notando que eu já estava remarcando meu voo. Seu desespero era evidente quando ele se inclinou para mais perto.
“Ei, posso usar seu telefone para remarcar meu voo? Tenho uma reunião muito importante que não posso perder”, ele perguntou, sua voz tremendo, sua bravata anterior completamente perdida.
Homem mal-humorado falando com Becca | Fonte: Midjourney
Olhei para ele, lembrando como ele tinha me dispensado antes. Seu derramamento descuidado tinha arruinado meu laptop, e ele nem se deu ao trabalho de se desculpar. Agora, a situação tinha virado. Senti um lampejo de satisfação enquanto respondi calmamente: “Não, temo não poder ajudar você. Por que você não vai chorar sobre isso?”
Seus olhos se arregalaram em choque enquanto minhas palavras eram absorvidas. Ele abriu a boca para dizer algo, mas eu já tinha voltado para o meu telefone, focado na minha própria situação. O homem ficou sem palavras, claramente surpreso com a reversão repentina.
Becca furiosa | Fonte: Midjourney
Quando o avião finalmente pousou e fomos autorizados a usar nossos telefones, o homem pulou do assento, tentando freneticamente se conectar com os agentes do portão. Ele estava nervoso e apressado, procurando desesperadamente uma maneira de salvar seus planos. O homem antes confiante e desdenhoso agora era uma imagem de caos e ansiedade.
Em contraste, senti uma estranha sensação de paz. Levei meu tempo juntando minhas coisas, movendo-me calmamente pelo processo. Minha mente já estava na minha avó, em como eu estaria lá para ela, mesmo se chegasse mais tarde do que o esperado. Eu sabia o que realmente importava, e não era um laptop estragado ou uma reunião perdida.
Becca caminhando no aeroporto | Fonte: Midjourney
Refletindo sobre a situação, percebi que, às vezes, a vida entrega sua própria forma de justiça. A arrogância do homem foi recebida com uma rápida e irônica reviravolta do destino. E enquanto eu ainda tinha que descobrir o que fazer com meu laptop, senti uma sensação de encerramento.
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Este trabalho é inspirado em eventos e pessoas reais, mas foi ficcionalizado para fins criativos. Nomes, personagens e detalhes foram alterados para proteger a privacidade e melhorar a narrativa. Qualquer semelhança com pessoas reais, vivas ou mortas, ou eventos reais é mera coincidência e não intencional do autor.
O autor e a editora não fazem nenhuma reivindicação quanto à precisão dos eventos ou à representação dos personagens e não são responsáveis por nenhuma interpretação errônea. Esta história é fornecida “como está”, e quaisquer opiniões expressas são as dos personagens e não refletem as opiniões do autor ou da editora.
My Son Brought a Woman My Age, Saying She’s Now the Lady of the House – They Didn’t Like the Lesson I Prepared for Them
It all started the day my son, Ryan, brought home a woman about 20 years older than him and announced she was moving in. At first, I didn’t say much, but I had a plan. Let’s just say, by the time they realized the weight of their actions, it was far too late.
For years, all I wanted was to see Ryan happy and settle down with someone who would love him as much as I did. That wish intensified after my husband passed away three years ago.
But little did I know my dream would come true in a way I could never have expected.
A woman in her house | Source: Midjourney
For most of my life, I’ve been lucky. I had a loving husband, two wonderful kids, and a home that was always warm and full of laughter.
My husband, Daniel, was the kind of man who knew how to make life feel steady and secure. When he passed away three years ago, it felt like the ground beneath my feet had crumbled.
Since then, I’ve done my best to keep moving forward, even though some days are harder than others.
A woman looking outside a window | Source: Midjourney
Bella, my daughter, has been a bright spot in my life. She’s always been my dependable, hardworking child. Even as a little girl, she took pride in doing her best at school.
It wasn’t a surprise when she graduated at the top of her class and landed a great job in another city. Bella’s single now, and while I sometimes wish she’d settle down, I’ve never had to worry about her.
She’s always been focused and capable.
A woman working on a laptop | Source: Pexels
Then there’s Ryan, my youngest. Ryan has always been a free spirit.
As a kid, he had zero interest in school. His world revolved around video games, comic books, and goofing around with his friends. Back then, getting him to do his homework was like negotiating with a stubborn mule.
But something changed when he hit his late teens. Maybe it was seeing his friends get serious about their futures, or he just realized he couldn’t play video games for a living.
A man holding a controller | Source: Pexels
Whatever it was, Ryan started putting in the effort. He eventually graduated with a diploma and landed a stable job.
He wasn’t going to be the next CEO of a tech company, but he was responsible and earning a paycheck, and that was enough for me.
Ryan’s big passion now is traveling. He’s always saving up for trips, exploring new places, and returning with stories of his adventures.
A man with a suitcase | Source: Pexels
It makes me happy to see him so excited about life, even though I secretly wish he’d spend less time planning trips and more time thinking about his future.
At 30, he’s still living at home with me, which I don’t mind. After Daniel’s passing, having Ryan around has been a comfort.
But like any mother, I want more for him. I want him to find someone who makes him happy. Someone he could share his life with.
A couple holding hands | Source: Pexels
After Daniel passed, that wish only grew stronger. Honestly, it’s not about wanting grandkids. It’s about wanting Ryan to have the kind of love and partnership I had with Daniel.
“Ryan,” I’d ask him every now and then, “Is there anyone special in your life?”
He’d laugh and wave me off. “Mom, you’ll be the first to know.”
I don’t know if I was the first to know, but he told me about it after returning from France.
He opened up during dinner one day.
A man sitting in his house | Source: Midjourney
“So, Mom,” he started, poking at his plate with his fork, “I met someone on my trip.”
“Really?” I looked at him. “Tell me everything!”
He told me her name was Lydia, and he met her in an art gallery in Paris.
“She’s smart, funny, and we just… clicked,” he said, his face lighting up.
“And what does she do?” I asked, eager to know more.
“She curates art collections for high-profile clients. She’s incredibly knowledgeable about the art world, and I love how passionate she is about what she does.”
A man standing in front of paintings | Source: Pexels
“She sounds amazing!” I exclaimed. “When can I meet her?”
“Not yet,” he replied, shaking his head. “I want to take my time, Mom. Get to know her better first.”
That was enough for me. For months, I dreamed about the day Ryan would introduce me to this incredible woman.
I imagined her as young, vibrant, and full of energy. I had no idea my expectations would soon shatter in ways I couldn’t have anticipated.
A woman standing in her living room | Source: Midjourney
Months after Ryan first mentioned Lydia, he came to me with a wide grin.
“Mom,” he said, standing in the doorway with his hands stuffed in his pockets, “I think it’s time you met Lydia.”
“Really? That’s wonderful, Ryan!” I clapped my hands together, already imagining the young, bright-eyed woman who’d won my son’s heart.
“She’s free this Friday,” he said. “Maybe we could all have dinner together?”
A man talking to his mother | Source: Midjourney
“Of course!” I agreed instantly. “I’ll make lasagna. Everyone loves lasagna.”
I wanted everything to be perfect, so I ensured everything in the house looked good.
I imagined Lydia would be bubbly and full of life, a younger woman who adored Ryan and would look up to me as a mother figure. I even pulled out my best dress and styled my hair, making sure I looked modern enough to keep up with the young couple.
A woman’s dresses | Source: Pexels
When Friday came, I could barely contain my excitement. The lasagna was in the oven, the table was set with my finest dishes, and I was putting the finishing touches on a salad when the doorbell rang.
“That must be her!” I called out.
Ryan jumped up to answer the door while I wiped my hands on a kitchen towel. I was super excited, but I froze as soon as I stepped into the living room.
Standing there was Lydia. But she wasn’t the young, fresh-faced woman I’d imagined.
A woman in her boyfriend’s house | Source: Midjourney
She was mature. Only five years younger than me, if I had to guess.
Her hair was perfectly styled, and she wore a sleek outfit that screamed sophistication. She looked more like a woman who should be attending a wine-and-cheese party with me than dating my son.
“Mom, this is Lydia,” Ryan said, beaming with pride.
“Hello, Celine!” Lydia greeted me with an enthusiastic smile, extending her hand.
“Hi,” I managed to murmur and shook her hand weakly.
A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney
Ryan didn’t seem to notice my shock. He led Lydia into the dining room, chatting about their day as if everything were perfectly normal.
I followed them in a daze, wondering if I’d stepped into some alternate reality.
As we sat down to eat, Ryan seemed eager to share their plans for the future.
“Mom,” he began. “I’ve been thinking, uh, Lydia’s going to move in with us.”
A man sitting with his family for dinner | Source: Midjourney
I nearly choked on my water. “Move in? With us?”
“Yes,” he said as if it were the most natural thing in the world. “It makes sense. She can help with the house, and we’ll save money by living together.”
I turned to Lydia, who smiled brightly.
“I think it’ll be wonderful,” she said. “I’d love to help out around the house and make things easier for you, Celine.”
I didn’t need help. I’d been managing the house perfectly well on my own for years. But before I could say anything, Ryan continued.
A man smiling | Source: Midjourney
“It’s not just about saving money,” he added. “I love her, Mom. I think she’s the one.”
I always felt happy whenever he talked about his love for Lydia, but this time, I felt disgusted. How could he be happy with a woman almost my age?
The rest of the dinner was a blur. I nodded and smiled, but my thoughts were elsewhere.
Later that night, as I lay in bed, I wrestled with my feelings. Should I tell Ryan how I felt? Would he listen if I did? Or would he push me away?
A worried woman | Source: Midjourney
One thought kept coming back to me.
If I opposed this, I might lose my son. After losing Daniel, the idea of losing Ryan was unbearable. So, despite my misgivings, I decided to let Lydia move in.
At first, everything seemed fine. Lydia was polite and respectful, and I tried my best to make her feel welcome. But soon enough, the cracks began to show.
It started with small inconveniences.
A woman smiling | Source: Midjourney
Lydia monopolized the bathroom every morning, leaving me with just a few minutes to get ready for the day. She used the groceries I bought but only cooked for herself and Ryan, never asking if I wanted to join.
The final straw came when she began redecorating. She swapped out my cozy floral curtains for modern, minimalist blinds and replaced my favorite armchair with a cold-looking leather recliner without consulting me.
Enough is enough, I thought. I need to talk to Ryan.
A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney
Later that evening, I voiced my concerns, thinking my son would understand them.
“Ryan,” I said as we sat in the living room, “I feel like I’m losing my home.”
Ryan sighed. “Mom, you’re overthinking this. Lydia’s just trying to make the house more comfortable for all of us.”
“Comfortable?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. “She’s turning it into a space I barely recognize.”
“Mom, relax,” he said. “She’s just trying to take charge of everything. It’s her way of showing she cares.”
A man talking to his mother | Source: Midjourney
“Celine, I thought you’d appreciate the changes,” Lydia chimed in. “The house needed a bit of an update.”
“It’s my house,” I said firmly. “And I like it the way it is.”
But Lydia wasn’t one to back down.
A few days later, she casually suggested over breakfast, “You know, Celine, you have a great basement. It’ll be perfect for you. Or maybe you could stay with your single daughter. You see, I need a room for my office so I was thinking we could take the master bedroom when you leave.”
A woman looking straight ahead | Source: Midjourney
“Excuse me?” I looked at her with wide eyes.
“Mom, it’s not a bad idea,” Ryan said. “Lydia needs space for her work, and you’ve been saying Bella misses you.”
I stared at them, unable to believe my son and his girlfriend wanted me to give up the home Daniel and I had built together.
I wanted to fight and tell Lydia to leave my house, but I didn’t. Instead, I did something they didn’t expect.
I signed the house over to Ryan.
A woman signing a document | Source: Pexels
A month later, my phone rang. It was Lydia.
“SO, THIS WAS YOUR PLAN?!” she screamed.
It turned out they had received the first batch of bills, including mortgage payments, utilities, property taxes, and more.
Lydia had assumed the house was fully paid off, and Ryan, as clueless as ever, hadn’t known we still had payments.
“Well,” I said calmly, “you wanted to be the lady of the house. Now act like one.”
A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
“You can’t do this!” she protested.
“Being a homeowner isn’t just about redecorating, Lydia. It’s about managing everything. You should’ve thought about this before asking me to hand over the house. Welcome to the real world!”
Lydia and Ryan begged me to take the house back, which I did. But the damage was done.
I’d learned a hard truth about my son and his priorities. And while I still love him, I’ve decided to start loving myself more.
A woman standing in her house | Source: Midjourney
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