As Misha and Jerry sliced into the cake at their gender reveal party, expecting to see a telltale blue or pink sponge, they were shocked to find the cake was black inside. As they recovered from the surprise, they finally understood why Jerry’s mother, Nancy, had made such an odd choice—though the reason was even more absurd than they could have imagined.
This was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of our lives. After two years of trying, endless doctor visits, and more tears than I could count, we were finally pregnant. It felt like everything was falling into place, like the universe had finally decided to give us our happily ever after.
“This is it, Misha,” Jerry said to me the night before the party. “We’re finally going to complete our family.”
“I know,” I said, smiling. “I can’t wait for our little one to come and turn our world upside down.”
We wanted to make the gender reveal special, so we decided on a big party. We invited family from both sides, hired a bakery for the cake, and handed the ultrasound results to Jerry’s mom, Nancy. She was thrilled to be in charge.
“I’ve got everything under control, Misha,” Nancy promised. “I’ll take care of the cake and get a special gift for my grandbaby. I just know it’s going to be a girl—I’m ready to spoil her rotten!”
Nancy had been eager to be involved ever since we announced the pregnancy, so it felt good to let her handle the cake. I was grateful she felt included.
As my mom and I set up for the party, the house was transformed into a Pinterest-perfect setting—pink and blue balloons tied to every chair, platters of food arranged on the table, and a banner that read, “He or She? Let’s See!” It was everything I had ever dreamed of.
The final touch was the beautiful white cake at the center of the room, ready for the big reveal. Jerry’s whole family was there—his cousins, brother, aunt—filling the house with excitement and chatter.
When Nancy arrived, I noticed she was dressed all in black. It struck me as strange, but I didn’t think much of it. Maybe she thought black was slimming or elegant. Who knew?
As everyone gathered around the cake, the energy in the room buzzed with anticipation. Phones were out, cameras ready to capture the big moment.
Jerry put his arm around me. “Ready?” he whispered.
“Let’s do this,” I grinned.
The countdown began.
“Three… two… one!”
We cut into the cake, expecting to see pink or blue inside. But when we pulled out the first slice, the room went silent. The cake was pitch black.
Not a hint of pink. Not a touch of blue. Just black.
My heart sank. Was this some kind of joke? No one was laughing. Everyone stood frozen, unsure whether to keep recording or put their phones down.
I glanced at Jerry, who looked just as confused as I felt. Then my eyes landed on Nancy, standing off to the side. She was dressed head to toe in black—black dress, black scarf, black shoes—and now she looked like she was… crying?
“Nancy?” I called out, frowning.
She wiped her eyes with a tissue, her makeup smudging. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice rising. “Why would you order a black cake?”
Jerry stepped in, his confusion turning to frustration. “Mom, what’s going on?”
Nancy dabbed at her eyes, trembling. “It’s not about the cake. It’s what I was told… I couldn’t risk it.”
“What are you talking about?” Jerry asked, his patience wearing thin.
Nancy took a deep breath. “Ten years ago, I visited a fortune teller with my sister. She told me something terrifying—that if my first grandchild was a boy, it would destroy your family, Jerry. And I’d be struck with a terrible illness.”
The room gasped. Jerry’s jaw dropped. “You’ve believed that nonsense for ten years?”
Nancy nodded, wringing her hands. “I know it sounds crazy, but I couldn’t ignore it. She was famous in our town—everyone said her predictions were always right.”
I stared at her, stunned. “So you sabotaged our gender reveal because of a fortune teller?”
Nancy hung her head. “I thought if it was a boy, maybe the black cake would… stop the curse. I even put bay leaves in it, hoping it would change something.”
I pressed my fingers to my temple, trying to process the absurdity. I knew Nancy could be a bit eccentric, but this? This was beyond anything I’d imagined.
Jerry let out a sharp breath. “Mom, you let a con artist control your decisions for ten years?”
Nancy’s lip quivered as she crumbled under the weight of her fear. “I was terrified of losing you. I couldn’t bear the thought that something bad would happen to your family because of me.”
Before anyone could respond, Jerry’s cousin Megan, who had been scrolling through her phone, chimed in.
“Wait, was it J. Morris? That fortune teller?”
He built an 89-square-foot house—wait until you see the inside!
At just 13 years old, Luke Thill from Iowa stands out from his peers—not because of his love for video games or gadgets, but because he built his very own tiny house. Unlike most kids his age, Luke turned his boredom into an ambitious project: a fully functional, 89-square-foot house in his parents’ backyard.
A Dream Built on Determination
Luke’s dream of building a house began with a simple desire to do something meaningful. His project, which cost about $1,500, took a year of hard work to complete.
To fund it, Luke mowed lawns, organized online fundraisers, took on odd jobs, and even bartered for services. For instance, a family friend helped him install electrical wiring in exchange for Luke clearing out his garage.
Luke also incorporated sustainability into his project. About 75% of the materials he used were recycled, including items from his grandmother’s house and a front door gifted by his uncle’s friend.
A Minimalist Sanctuary
The tiny house, measuring just 10 feet long and 5.5 feet wide, has electricity but no plumbing yet. Inside, it’s a cozy retreat complete with a loft bed, a microwave, a TV, and even a barbecue setup outside. It’s a space where Luke can unwind, do his homework, and occasionally spend the night.
“I liked the minimalism,” Luke explained. “And I wanted to have a house without a huge mortgage.”
Lessons in Responsibility
Luke’s parents were supportive of his venture but ensured he took ownership of the project. His father, Greg, made sure Luke covered most of the expenses himself.
“It was a chance for a kid to do something more than play video games or sports,” Greg said. “It teaches life lessons.”
Inspiring a Generation
Luke’s story has captured the attention of many, especially through his YouTube channel, where he shares videos documenting his journey. He hopes to inspire other kids to take on big projects and realize their potential.
“I want to show kids it’s possible to build at this age,” Luke said.
Have a look at this project below:
Looking ahead, Luke dreams of building a slightly larger house when he’s older—perhaps one he can use during college.
A Young Visionary
Luke Thill’s tiny house is more than just a personal achievement; it’s a testament to hard work, resourcefulness, and the power of dreaming big. His story is an inspiring example of what young people can accomplish with determination and a little support from their family.
If you’re inspired by Luke’s incredible project, share his story to encourage others to think big and act boldly!
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