They say that family has the power to either boost you up or tear you down, but I never expected that the step-grandmother of my daughter would be able to shatter her soul over something as simple as a cake. Beatrice, my step-grandmother, was the recipient of a loving birthday cake that my daughter, Ava, who was ten years old at the time, cooked for her. However, she was cruelly rejected by her daughter. With the intention of protecting Ava, I devised a series of cunning retaliations, which resulted in Beatrice’s world being turned upside down completely.
Hello, I’m Julia, and I’ve just recently tied the knot with Paul, who is an absolutely amazing person. My daughter, Ava, who is ten years old, is a wonderful child that I have from a previous marriage.
It has not been simple to combine our families, primarily due to the fact that Paul’s mother, Beatrice, has involved. Despite the fact that she is a tough one, she does not accept Ava as a member of the family. From the beginning, it has been a source of opposition.
As a wonderful husband and father, Paul is always making an effort to maintain peace in the home. Whereas, Beatrice? It’s a different tale with woman. Ava is made to feel like an outcast as a result of her chilly attitude toward her. Ava, may God bless her heart, craves nothing more than to be loved and recognized. In an effort to win Beatrice over, she never stops trying.
For Beatrice’s birthday, Ava made the decision to prepare a cake for her. In a hopeful tone, she told her mother, “I’m going to make the best cake ever.” Her eyes sparkled with excitement. “If that’s the case, Grandma Beatrice might end up liking me.”
I provided her with the recipe for my most beloved cake, and Ava continued to spend the entire night in the kitchen. She devoted herself so much that she seldom ever slept. “This has to be perfect,” she repeated over and over again. She prepared the cake by combining the ingredients, baking it, and then decorating it with sprinkles and miniature stars. It took my breath away.
It was finally time for the big day. When Ava arrived for Beatrice’s birthday party, she proudly carried the cake with her. “Happy Birthday, Grandma Beatrice!” she said, her voice brimming with desire and enthusiasm for the occasion.
Beatrice scowled at the cake after taking a single glance at it. “It looks terrible,” she remarked in a chilly tone. Pigs are the only animals that would consume that. It’s terrible that you deal with stuff like this; you shouldn’t bother with them.
The tears began to well up in Ava’s eyes. She shed tears as she hurriedly left the room. Finding out that she was in such pain broke my heart. I had the need to yell at Beatrice, but I refrained from doing so. However, I was unable to ignore this situation. It was only fair that Ava be protected.
Paul endeavored to make things more amicable. “Mom, that wasn’t kind,” he reminded her in a soft voice. The cake was the result of a lot of hard effort by Ava.
The beatrice gave a shrug. “All I’m doing is being truthful. It is necessary for someone to teach her that people will not laud her for an insignificant reason.
For the remainder of the celebration, Ava remained in her room since she was too upset to come with us. I went up to her and gave her a bear hug fiercely. I confessed to her, “I am so sorry, sweetheart.” “You did an outstanding job,” I said. Don’t listen to anyone who tries to convince you otherwise.
Ava let out a sniffle. “Mom, I don’t understand why Grandma Beatrice doesn’t like me.”
An answer was not available to me. “Ava, there are those folks who are simply cruel. However, you are not required to pay attention to what they have to say. You are beautiful in every aspect, just the way is.”
That evening, once everyone else had left, I proceeded to lie in bed, fuming. A boundary had been crossed by Beatrice. Certainly, Ava did not merit this. After that, I made the decision that Beatrice would come to regret the nasty words she had spoken. My daughter is not harmed by anyone, and they flee without any injuries.
Ideas were rushing through my head. The garden was something that Beatrice took a great deal of pride in. It was her roses that brought her the most joy. She boasted about them in an unending manner. The phrase “My roses won another award” had been repeated to me for as long as I could remember. And so, on a certain evening, I went to a farm in the neighborhood and gathered a bag of manure. I sneaked into Beatrice’s garden and spread it all over her priceless flower beds all around her property.
The following morning, I awaited the call all day long. Just as expected, it arrived. Beatrice was angry with rage. Her voice could be heard yelling into the phone, “My garden smells like a farm!” A grin was repressed by me.
With a gentle suggestion, I remarked, “Perhaps it’s just a bad day.”
A single phone call was not enough to satisfy Beatrice’s rage regarding her garden. In the later hours of that day, she rushed over to our residence, seething. She asked, “Julia, do you have any idea what has happened to my roses?” Julia gave her a blank stare.
With a childlike gaze, I glanced at her. I am so sad to hear that, Beatrice. Oh, my goodness. Is it possible that today is merely a lousy day for the garden?
She scowled at me, evidently dissatisfied but unable to provide any evidence to support her position. She mumbled, “I’ll figure it out,” as she left the conversation.
Still, I wasn’t finished. Beatrice planned to host a lavish dinner party for her close friends in the near future. It had been weeks since she had begun preparing it, and she had been chatting nonstop about her ideal meal. It was the perfect opportunity for me to make my next move.
I was aware that she intended to serve a dessert that was quite lavish. Consequently, I replaced the sugar that was stored in her pantry with salt the day before the celebration. When her perfectly planned meal turned out to be a disappointment, I couldn’t wait to see the look on her face.
It was finally the evening of the party day. I awaited the fallout with great anticipation. The priceless expressions that appeared on the faces of Beatrice’s guests when they bit into their desserts were priceless. Disgusting scowls could be heard throughout the entire room.
Upon realizing what had transpired, Beatrice glanced about, initially perplexed and then appalled by the situation. As her guests murmured amongst themselves, it was readily apparent that they were not impressed. Her cheeks became crimson red.
“Beatrice, what is this?” one of her pals said as they pushed the dish away from her with their hands.
Beatrice stutteringly said, “I-I truly do not comprehend.” This was meant to be a mouthwatering dish!
Observing from a distance, I experienced a tinge of remorse but, more importantly, a sense of contentment. Beatrice had been humiliated in front of her friends, and it was a punishment that she would eventually receive.
However, the main blow did not come until much later. Especially when it came to Ava, Beatrice enjoyed spreading rumors. Her nasty remarks included statements such as “She’s not a real granddaughter” and “Ava will never be a part of this family, no matter how hard she tries.” She stated these statements rather frequently. I felt my blood begin to boil. As a result, I made the decision to inject Beatrice with some of her own medicine.
I made a confidential report to the community center in the area where Beatrice volunteered, informing them that she had been disparaging other volunteers and making disparaging remarks about the people that they helped. During the course of the investigation that was initiated by the center, Beatrice was requested to resign. Her network of friends was shaken up by the scandal.
Beatrice was furious, but she was unaware that I was the one responsible for it. The injustice was the subject of her diatribe when she called Paul. “Do you think it’s possible that they asked me to step down? “Me, after everything that I’ve done!”
Paul endeavored to reassure her. “It’s possible that there was a misunderstanding,” Mum said.
It is hardly possible to misunderstand her! I have no doubt that someone is plotting to harm me! Beatrice was enraged.
In the meantime, I was making preparations for the last part of my retaliation. For the occasion of the small family gathering that I planned, I requested that Ava create another cake. Victor, Paul’s father, and Paul himself were present to provide their support to her this time. Ava was hesitant, but in the end she signed on. Her goal was to demonstrate that she was not terrified.
How would you feel if Grandma Beatrice were to say something hurtful once more? With concern in her eyes, Ava inquired.
Don’t be concerned, my darling. I reassured her that this time each and every one of us will be there to support you.
At long last, the day of the family get-together arrived. With trepidation, Ava pulled out her cake, which was exquisitely decorated in the same manner as the last one. Beatrice was about to remark something snide, but Paul interrupted her and stopped her in her tracks.
“Mom, if you are unable to say something complimenting, you should not say anything at all. It is with great determination that Paul stated, “We are here to celebrate as a family, and that includes Ava.”
Beatrice was rendered deaf and mute. Both her kid and her husband had abandoned her, and she was aware of this fact. Ava had the impression that the rest of the family loved and accepted her. It was a win that was sweet.
A gaze of absolute hatred was directed at me by Beatrice, but I simply smiled back in a nice manner. There was nothing she could do to change the fact that she had been outplayed, and she was aware of this fact. We all savored Ava’s delectable cake together, and she couldn’t help but smile. The celebration this time was one that was filled with love and acceptance, which was precisely what Ava deserved.
