The holiday season is supposed to be a time of joy, love, and family. But for me, it was a time of shock, anger, and ultimately, justice. It all began when my brother and his wife, Lindsey, showed up at my doorstep, asking to stay over after their heating system broke down.
At first, I was more than happy to help out my family in need. But as the days went by, Lindsey’s behavior became increasingly infuriating. She would monopolize our bathroom, leave her belongings scattered everywhere, and even help herself to my clothes without asking.
But none of that compared to what she did next. On Christmas Eve morning, I discovered that she had thrown away my mother’s ashes, which we had been keeping in a vase as a way to honor her memory. I was devastated.
The rest of the day was a blur of anger and sadness. But as fate would have it, karma caught up with Lindsey in the most unexpected way. That night, the toilet in their room backed up, flooding the carpet and bathroom with murky water.
As we stood there, watching Lindsey freak out, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It was as if my mother was exacting her revenge from beyond the grave.
The rest of the holiday was tense, to say the least. Lindsey was subdued, and the rest of the family seemed to sense the tension in the air. But as we sat down for Christmas dinner, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of closure.
It wasn’t until later, when I was talking to my brother, that I realized he had no idea what Lindsey had done. He apologized profusely, and I could see the shame in his eyes.
As the night drew to a close, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the strange and unexpected turn of events. It was as if my mother had sent us a message, reminding us that our actions have consequences.
And as for Lindsey, I hope she learned a valuable lesson that Christmas. Karma may be slow, but it’s always watching, waiting to strike when we least expect it.
