09/17/2025
I'm 32. After years of saving every dollar, I finally bought myself a brand-new car—shiny, safe, big enough for traveling. It was my reward after years of hard work. When my younger sister Melissa had her daughter, Lily, I adored her instantly. I can't have children, so I was willing to do anything for her—and Melissa knew it. The day before Lily's fifth birthday, Melissa called: "Rachel, I NEED YOUR CAR for the party! Kids, balloons, cake—my car's too small. You don't mind, right? Lily's counting on you!" I hesitated, but for Lily’s sake, I agreed. The next morning, Melissa pulled into my driveway. My stomach clenched. The car was covered in mud, scratches down the side. Inside, crumbs, wrappers, greasy stains, sticky juice. "Oh my God, Melissa," I whispered. "What have you done?" She smirked. "RELAX! WHY SO DRAMATIC? A few crumbs—are you sorry the kids had fun?" "But the scratches, the dirt… how?" I asked, shaking. "SO WHAT?? We took another road. NOTHING SERIOUS! It's just a car! Your niece had fun—you should be happy!" She shoved the keys into my hand and left. But when I called Lily and asked about the party, she accidentally admitted her MOM had done this to the car on purpose. I was shocked. I spent $4,000 to fix and clean the car. Melissa REFUSED to pay. I decided this would be a lesson to never lend my things again, and I didn't contact her. But I had no idea KARMA would take care of it. A week later, as I was leaving the house, Melissa came running to my door and SHOUTED: "IT'S YOUR FAULT! You did it, didn't you?!" When I looked at her face, it was covered IN SOOT. ⬇️
