Entitled Homeowners Refused to Pay My Plumber Dad – They Thought They Were the Smartest, but He Had the Last Laugh

When an entitled couple refused to pay my Dad, a hardworking plumber, they thought they were clever. Little did they know their smugness would backfire, leaving them with a bathroom crawling with regret. Here’s how my Dad flushed their entitlement down the drain.

Hey there, folks! Phoebe here, but you can call me Pippi — that’s what my Dad does. Speaking of which, let me introduce you to Pete: 55 years old, ruggedly handsome with a white beard and hands like a roadmap of hard work. He’s your friendly neighborhood plumber and my superhero without the cape.

Close-up of an older man smiling | Source: Midjourney

Close-up of an older man smiling | Source: Midjourney

Dad’s the kind of guy who treats every job like it’s his own home, redoing entire bathrooms if a single tile is off. But some folks see that dedication and think they can take advantage. That’s exactly what a pair of entitled homeowners tried to do.

Oh, but they had no idea who they were messing with.

It all started a few months back when I swung by Dad’s place. I found him on the patio, puffing away on his cigar and laughing like he’d just heard the world’s funniest joke.

A plumber installing pipe fittings | Source: Pexels

A plumber installing pipe fittings | Source: Pexels

“What’s got you in such a good mood, old man?” I asked, plopping down next to him.

Dad’s eyes twinkled as he said, “Oh, Pippi, you’re not gonna believe what just happened. It’s a doozy!”

Dad leaned in, still chuckling. “Remember that bathroom remodel I was working on? Well, let me tell you about the Carlyles, or as I like to call ’em, the Pinchpennies.”

I settled in, knowing this was gonna be good. Dad’s stories always were.

A bathroom interior | Source: Unsplash

A bathroom interior | Source: Unsplash

“These folks, they wanted the works. New tiles, fancy fixtures, you name it. They picked out every little detail themselves… even down to where they wanted the toilet paper holder.”

“Sounds like a dream job,” I said.

Dad snorted. “Oh, it started that way alright. But then…”

His face darkened, and I knew we were getting to the good part. “What happened, Dad?” I asked.

An older man fixing a faucet in the bathroom | Source: Midjourney

An older man fixing a faucet in the bathroom | Source: Midjourney

“Well, Pippi, on the last day, just as I’m to start the grouting, they’re sitting on this couch, ready to pull a real fast one on me.”

Dad’s voice took on a mocking tone as he imitated Mrs. Carlyle. “‘Oh, Pete, this isn’t what we wanted at all! These tiles are all wrong!’”

I gasped. “But didn’t they pick everything out themselves?”

“Exactly!” Dad exclaimed, throwing his hands up. “And get this — they had the nerve to tell me they were only gonna pay half of what they owed me. HALF!”

An older couple sitting on the couch | Source: Pexels

An older couple sitting on the couch | Source: Pexels

My jaw dropped. “HALF?? After two weeks of busting your hump to get their dream bathroom done. No way! What did you do?”

Dad’s eyes glinted mischievously. “Well, I tried to reason with ’em at first. But they weren’t having any of it. Mr. Carlyle, he gets all puffed up and says, ‘Just finish the job and GET LOST, Pete. We’re not paying a penny more.’”

I could feel my blood boiling. “That’s not fair! You worked so hard!”

A shocked young woman holding her face | Source: Pexels

A shocked young woman holding her face | Source: Pexels

Dad patted my hand. “Now, now, Pippi. Don’t you worry! Your old man had a trick up his sleeve.”

“What did you do?” I leaned in, eager to hear more.

Dad’s grin widened. “Oh, I finished the job alright. But instead of using water for the grout…”

“…I mixed it with sugar and honey,” Dad finished, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

I blinked, trying to process what I’d just heard. “Sugar and honey? In the grout? But why?”

A bottle of honey near a small mound of powdered tile grout | Source: Midjourney

A bottle of honey near a small mound of powdered tile grout | Source: Midjourney

Dad leaned back, taking a long drag on his cigar. “Just you wait and see, Pippi. Just you wait and see.”

He went on to explain how he’d packed up his tools, pocketed half the pay, and left with a smile, knowing full well what was coming next.

“But Dad,” I interrupted, “wouldn’t they notice something was off with the grout?”

A smiling older man holding a toolbox | Source: Midjourney

A smiling older man holding a toolbox | Source: Midjourney

He shook his head, chuckling. “Nah, not right away. It looked just fine when it dried. But a few weeks later…”

I leaned in, hanging on his every word. “What happened a few weeks later?”

Dad’s grin widened. “That’s when the real fun began.”

“Picture this,” Dad said, gesturing with his cigar. “The Pinchpennies are sitting pretty, thinking they’ve pulled a fast one on old Pete. Then one day, Mrs. Carlyle goes to take a shower, and what does she see?”

Smiling older couple holding ceramic mugs | Source: Pexels

Smiling older couple holding ceramic mugs | Source: Pexels

I shrugged, totally engrossed in the story.

“Ants!” Dad exclaimed. “Dozens of ’em, marching along the grout lines like it’s their own personal highway!”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “No way!”

“Oh, it gets better,” Dad continued. “Next day, it’s cockroaches. Then every creepy-crawly within spittin’ distance shows up for the party.”

I shook my head in disbelief. “That’s crazy! But how do you know all this?”

Close-up of an army of ants on a bathroom floor | Source: Midjourney

Close-up of an army of ants on a bathroom floor | Source: Midjourney

Dad winked. “Remember Johnny? My old pal? He’s their next-door neighbor and has been keeping me updated.”

“And the Carlyles?” I asked. “What did they do?”

Dad’s eyes sparkled with glee. “Oh, Pippi, they tried everything. Spent a fortune on pest control, but nothing worked. You wanna know the best part?”

I nodded eagerly.

A pest controller outside a house | Source: Pexels

A pest controller outside a house | Source: Pexels

“They blamed the pest control sprays for ruining the grout! Can you believe it?” Dad burst into laughter.

As Dad’s laughter died down, I couldn’t help but feel a twinge of sympathy for the Carlyles. “But Dad, don’t you think that was a bit… harsh?”

Dad’s expression softened. “Pippi, you gotta understand. These people tried to cheat me out of my hard-earned money. Two weeks of backbreaking work, and they wanted to pay me half?”

I nodded slowly. “I get it, but still…”

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Close-up of a stunned woman | Source: Pexels

“Look,” Dad said, leaning forward. “In this line of work, your reputation is everything. If word got out that I let clients walk all over me, I’d be out of business faster than you can say ‘leaky faucet.’”

I had to admit, he had a point. “So what happened next?”

Dad grinned. “Well, according to Johnny, they ended up redoing the whole bathroom about a year later.”

My eyes widened. “Did that solve the problem?”

A man working on a renovation project | Source: Freepik

A man working on a renovation project | Source: Freepik

Dad shook his head, chuckling. “Nope. The sugar residue was still there, lurking beneath the surface. The bugs just kept on coming back.”

“And the Carlyles?” I asked. “Did they ever figure it out?”

Dad’s eyes twinkled. “Not a clue. Last I heard, they were planning to redo the entire bathroom… again.”

I sat back, taking it all in. “Wow, Dad. That’s… something else. But didn’t you feel bad at all?”

Construction worker laying ceramic tiles | Source: Freepik

Construction worker laying ceramic tiles | Source: Freepik

Dad sighed, his expression turning serious. “Pippi, let me tell you something. In all my years of plumbing, I’ve never done anything like this before. And I hope I never have to again. But these Carlyles, they weren’t just trying to cheat me. They were insulting my work, my pride.”

I nodded, understanding dawning. “They thought they could walk all over you.”

“Exactly,” Dad said, pointing his cigar at me. “And in this business, word gets around. If I let them get away with it, who knows how many other folks might try the same thing?”

Side view of an older man looking up | Source: Midjourney

Side view of an older man looking up | Source: Midjourney

“I guess I see your point,” I admitted. “But still, bugs in the bathroom? That’s pretty gross, Dad.”

He chuckled. “Well, I never said it was a pretty revenge. But it was effective.”

“So, what happened after that?” I asked, curious. “Did you ever hear from them again?”

Dad shook his head. “Nope. But Johnny keeps me updated. You should hear some of the stories he’s told me.”

“Like what?” I leaned in, eager for more.

Ants near a bathtub | Source: Midjourney

Ants near a bathtub | Source: Midjourney

Dad’s eyes twinkled with mischief.

“Well, there was this one time Mrs. Carlyle was hosting a fancy dinner party. Johnny said he could hear her screaming all the way from his house when she found a cockroach in the guest bathroom!”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh man, that must’ve been embarrassing!”

Close-up of a cockroach on a bathroom sink | Source: Midjourney

Close-up of a cockroach on a bathroom sink | Source: Midjourney

“You bet it was,” Dad chuckled. “And then there was the time Mr. Carlyle tried to fix the problem himself. Bought every bug spray in the store and went to town on that bathroom.”

“Did it work?” I asked, already guessing the answer.

Dad shook his head, grinning. “Nope. Just made the whole house smell like a chemical factory for weeks. And the bugs? They came right back as soon as the smell faded.”

Close-up of gloved hand holding disinfecting solution | Source: Freepik

Close-up of gloved hand holding disinfecting solution | Source: Freepik

I shook my head in disbelief. “Unbelievable. How long has this been going on?”

“Oh, must be going on over a year now,” Dad said, puffing on his cigar. “Johnny says they’re at their wits’ end. Talking about selling the house and moving.”

I whistled low. “Wow, Dad. That’s some long-lasting revenge.”

Side view of a cottage with a beautiful garden | Source: Unsplash

Side view of a cottage with a beautiful garden | Source: Unsplash

He nodded, a hint of remorse in his eyes. “Maybe it went on a bit longer than I intended. But you know what they say about karma.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “It’s a real… well, you know.”

We shared a hearty laugh at that.

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Close-up side view of an older man with his eyes downcast | Source: Midjourney

As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the patio, I sat back, processing everything Dad had told me.

“You know, Dad,” I said slowly, “I gotta admit, that’s pretty genius. Diabolical, but genius.”

Dad nodded, a satisfied smile on his face. “Sometimes, Pippi, you gotta teach people a lesson they won’t forget.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “Well, I bet the Carlyles won’t be trying to stiff anyone on their bill anytime soon.”

Close-up grayscale shot of a smiling woman | Source: Pexels

Close-up grayscale shot of a smiling woman | Source: Pexels

“You got that right,” Dad chuckled. “And every time Johnny gives me an update, I get a good laugh out of it.”

We sat in comfortable silence for a moment, watching the sky turn pink and orange.

“Hey, Dad?” I said finally.

“Yeah, Pippi?”

“Promise me one thing?”

He raised an eyebrow. “What’s that?”

Side view of an older man smiling | Source: Midjourney

Side view of an older man smiling | Source: Midjourney

I grinned. “If I ever need my bathroom redone, I’m paying you in full upfront.”

Dad burst out laughing, pulling me into a big bear hug. “That’s my girl!”

As we sat there, laughing and watching the sunset, I couldn’t help but think about the Carlyles and their bug-infested bathroom. It was a reminder that sometimes, karma comes with six legs and a sweet tooth.

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An older man laughing | Source: Midjourney

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My MIL Made Me Sleep on the Garage Floor After My Husband Died – She Didn’t Expect to Beg for My Help a Month Later

When April’s husband dies, she loses more than just the love of her life. She loses her home. Forced to sleep in the garage while her cruel mother-in-law, Judith, takes everything, April has no choice but to endure. But when Judith falls gravely ill, she comes begging for help. Will April choose revenge… or forgiveness?

I used to believe that love could protect me from anything. That my husband, James, would always be there to catch me if I fell.

When he asked me to leave my career in finance to be a stay-at-home mom, he promised I’d never have to worry about anything. I loved him, so I agreed.

A woman sitting on a porch | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting on a porch | Source: Midjourney

We had twin baby girls, Grace and Ella, who became our entire world.

And then, he died.

The call came on a gray afternoon. James had been rushing home from a business trip, eager to see us. The roads were slick, and his car skidded off the highway. The officer on the phone kept talking, saying things like instant impact and no suffering.

But all I heard was the sound of my own heartbeat thudding in my ears.

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A car crash scene | Source: Midjourney

The days blurred. The funeral came and went. I clung to my daughters, to the last voicemail James had left me, replaying it just to hear his voice.

I thought losing him was the worst thing that could ever happen to me.

I was wrong.

I had spent hours at the cemetery after the funeral. I had just wanted a few more moments with my husband before I went back to reality.

A woman standing in a cemetery | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a cemetery | Source: Midjourney

Judith, my mother-in-law, had taken the girls home.

“We’ll talk when you get back,” she said. “I’ll get the twins bathed and settled in.”

When I returned home from the funeral, Judith was waiting for me.

She sat in the living room, her back straight, hands folded in her lap, staring at me with that same cold, calculated look she always had.

A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

“This house belongs to me, April,” she said. “I let James and you live here, but now, I’m taking it back.”

My breath caught. I felt like someone had just pushed me.

“Judith, I…”

I thought I misheard her.

“What?”

She exhaled sharply, as if already bored of the conversation.

An upset woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney

“James never changed the deed,” she said. “I gave him the option after the twins were born, but he never followed through. So the house is still in my name. You can stay. But you’ll sleep in the garage.”

I stared at her, searching for a flicker of humanity. Some sign that she was speaking out in grief, that she would take it back any second now.

But she didn’t.

She just sat there, waiting for me to break.

A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

She wanted me to beg her. I knew she did.

I looked at my daughters, their big, innocent, and sleepy eyes watching me from the couch. They had already lost their father. I couldn’t let them lose their home, too.

So, I agreed.

Twin girls sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

Twin girls sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

The garage smelled like oil and rust. At night, the cold crept through the thin camping mat and duvet I slept on. The cold seeped into my bones every night. When it got too unbearable, I curled up in the backseat of the car, my arms wrapped around myself for warmth.

I told myself it was temporary.

James had left money for us, but legal things took time. And I just had to be patient. Because until the lawyer finalized everything, I had nothing.

The interior of a garage | Source: Midjourney

The interior of a garage | Source: Midjourney

No job, no access to our accounts, nowhere to go.

And even if I had someone to call, I couldn’t imagine saying the words out loud. The shame would have choked me.

I existed in silence. I only stepped into the house to cook and eat with the girls. To do their laundry and kiss them goodnight. I moved around my own home like a stranger.

A woman in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

A woman in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

Now, even a month later, Judith barely acknowledged me. Why would she, anyway? She had won.

One afternoon, I was sitting in the living room with my girls. The crayons rolled across the coffee table, scattering in every direction. Grace and Ella sat cross-legged on the floor, their tiny hands gripping their colors of choice, faces scrunched in deep concentration.

“I’m drawing Daddy’s eyes blue!” Grace said, pressing hard into the paper. “Like the ocean.”

Crayons on a coffee table | Source: Midjourney

Crayons on a coffee table | Source: Midjourney

Ella tilted her head, studying her drawing.

“Mine is smiling. Daddy always smiled,” she said, a smile creeping onto her face.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat.

“He did,” I murmured.

Smiling little girls | Source: Midjourney

Smiling little girls | Source: Midjourney

The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of unspoken things. The only sounds were the scratch of crayon against the paper and the occasional shuffle of tiny feet against the rug.

I ran my fingers along the edge of a blank sheet, willing myself to keep it together.

Then, Ella spoke.

“Mommy?”

I looked up.

“Yeah, baby? What’s wrong?”

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman | Source: Midjourney

She hesitated, chewing her bottom lip.

“Why do you sleep in the garage?”

My hands stilled.

Grace looked up too, her expression open and trusting. It was the same expression James would have on his face when he wanted the girls to tell him about their nightmares.

A sad little girl | Source: Midjourney

A sad little girl | Source: Midjourney

“Yeah,” she said. “Grandma sleeps in your bed. Why don’t you sleep there?”

A sharp, twisting pain settled in my chest.

I forced a smile, tucking a strand of hair behind Ella’s ear.

“Because sometimes grown-ups have to make hard decisions, baby girls. It’s not always nice, but there’s always a bigger reason.”

A close up of a little girl | Source: Midjourney

A close up of a little girl | Source: Midjourney

Ella frowned. I could see thoughts formulating in her head.

“But you’re Daddy’s wife,” she said simply.

The words knocked the air from my lungs.

“I am,” I whispered. “I am Daddy’s wife, yes.”

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A close up of a woman | Source: Midjourney

Grace blinked up at me, waiting. I hadn’t realized that my girls were holding onto these thoughts.

“Then why doesn’t Grandma get the big bed?”

I opened my mouth, but no words came.

A creak sounded from the hallway. I glanced up, and there, just beyond the corner…

An older woman standing in a hallway | Source: Midjourney

An older woman standing in a hallway | Source: Midjourney

Stood Judith.

She wasn’t watching me. She was watching them.

Her hands gripped the doorframe, her face pale, her lips pressed into a thin line. For the first time, she looked like a woman who had made a terrible mistake.

But she didn’t say a word.

She just stood there, listening. And when I didn’t answer my daughters, she turned and walked away.

A woman walking down a hallway | Source: Midjourney

A woman walking down a hallway | Source: Midjourney

And then, one night, there was a knock at the garage door. I opened it to find Judith standing there.

But she wasn’t the same woman who had banished me. For the first time in a long time, I looked at her.

Her usually pristine hair was unkempt, the gray streaks more pronounced. Her face, always so rigid with control, was pale and sunken. Her lips were dry and cracked.

And her hands… her hands trembled uncontrollably.

A woman standing in front of a door | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in front of a door | Source: Midjourney

I frowned.

Had she always been this thin? I cooked every day, making sure that there was more than enough food for all four of us. Had Judith not been eating?

She swallowed hard, and when she spoke, her voice cracked.

“April, please.”

I said nothing.

A woman standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney

She blinked rapidly, as if trying to hold back tears.

“I made a terrible mistake.”

I waited.

She exhaled shakily, then whispered.

“I’m sick…” she said.

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A close up of an older woman | Source: Midjourney

Her lips pressed together, and for the first time, I saw something I had never seen in her before.

Fear.

I should’ve felt vindicated. I should have relished the moment she stood before me, desperate and vulnerable. But all I felt was exhaustion.

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice hollow.

Her hands tightened into fists at her sides.

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A close up of a woman wearing a robe | Source: Midjourney

“The doctors say it’s bad. And I can’t stop thinking that maybe… maybe this is my punishment.”

I crossed my arms. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“For what? For throwing your widowed daughter-in-law into a garage?”

She flinched, as if I had slapped her.

A close up of an older woman | Source: Midjourney

A close up of an older woman | Source: Midjourney

“For everything, April. For the way I treated you, darling. For the way I pushed people away.”

Silence stretched between us.

Then, she reached into her coat and pulled out a stack of papers.

“I transferred the house to you and the girls, April,” she said. “It’s yours now. Officially. As it always should have been.”

“Why?” My stomach clenched.

A woman holding a stack of paperwork | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding a stack of paperwork | Source: Midjourney

“Because I have no one else.”

I stared at the papers in my hands. This is what I had been waiting for, proof that I never had to beg. That I never had to fear being thrown away again.

But Judith’s face was lined with regret. And in that moment, I saw her not as my personal tormentor but as a woman who had finally realized the weight of her own cruelty.

A woman holding a stack of paperwork | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding a stack of paperwork | Source: Midjourney

I stepped inside.

“Come inside,” I said.

Her breath hitched.

“Oh, it’s cold in here,” she said.

“I know, but you get used to it,” I replied.

For the first time, the woman who had once looked at me like I was nothing let herself cry.

A woman standing inside a garage | Source: Midjourney

A woman standing inside a garage | Source: Midjourney

The guest room still didn’t feel like hers. I could see it. The way she moved around it, like a stranger, making sure that everything was in the exact same spot it had been.

Judith sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, hands folded in her lap, staring at the cup of tea I had placed on the nightstand.

The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows across her face, making her look small somehow.

The interior of a guest bedroom | Source: Midjourney

The interior of a guest bedroom | Source: Midjourney

It was the first night since I had moved back into the house, with Judith moving into the guest room. Everything felt… strange.

And I wasn’t sure how I felt to be in the same room that James and I had shared for so long. But I was just grateful to be back inside.

Now, I sat across from Judith, pulling my legs up onto the chair, cradling my own mug between my hands.

An older woman sitting on a bed | Source: Midjourney

An older woman sitting on a bed | Source: Midjourney

The silence stretched, thick and uneasy but not hostile.

She was the one who broke it.

“I have cancer,” she said quietly. “Stage three.”

I exhaled slowly. We both knew it was serious, but hearing the words still sent a strange, sinking feeling through my chest.

A woman sitting on an armchair | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting on an armchair | Source: Midjourney

“I don’t know what’s going to happen next,” she admitted.

Her hands trembled slightly as she traced the rim of her mug.

“I’m scared, April.”

“I know,” I said, nodding. “You’re not alone, though, Judith. I’m here. The twins are here for cuddles and laughs.”

“I don’t deserve you… after everything…”

A women sitting on a bed | Source: Midjourney

A women sitting on a bed | Source: Midjourney

“Probably not,” I said, cutting her off before she could spiral into guilt. “But Grace and Ella love you. And whether you like it or not, you’re part of this family.”

Her throat bobbed, and she let out a shaky breath.

“James would want us to take care of each other.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “He would.”

A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

Judith exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over her face.

“God, I’m going to be eating so much damn soup, aren’t I?”

I snorted.

“Oh, absolutely! Soup, herbal tea, all the nutritious food you never wanted to touch before.”

A bowl of soup | Source: Midjourney

A bowl of soup | Source: Midjourney

She made a face.

“Can’t we just pretend wine is medicinal?”

I laughed, and to my surprise, Judith laughed too.

It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t easy. But in that moment, I knew we were going to be okay.

A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney

A smiling older woman | Source: Midjourney

Because despite everything, we were family.

After that, I took Judith to every doctor appointment possible. I wanted to get back to work, but I figured that this was more important for the moment.

We had the money that James left behind, and we would use it until I got back into action.

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A woman driving a car | Source: Midjourney

The doctor’s office smelled sterile, the antiseptic strong. Judith sat beside me, hands folded tightly in her lap, her knuckles bone-white.

Dr. Patel, a man in his fifties with kind eyes, adjusted his glasses and flipped through Judith’s chart.

“The biopsy confirms it’s stage three,” he said gently. “We need to start treatment as soon as possible. Chemo, radiation… It won’t be easy, but it’s still treatable.”

A doctor sitting at his desk | Source: Midjourney

A doctor sitting at his desk | Source: Midjourney

Judith nodded stiffly, as if the diagnosis hadn’t just put a clock on her life.

I glanced at her, waiting for her to say something. She didn’t.

“Will she need surgery?” I asked, filling the silence.

The doctor gave a small nod.

A woman sitting in a doctor's room | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting in a doctor’s room | Source: Midjourney

“Eventually, yes. But first, we focus on shrinking the tumor. This is going to be a long road.”

“I know,” Judith said, letting out a breath.

It was the first time I’d ever seen her look small.

“Do you have a support system? Family who can help?” he asked.

Judith hesitated.

A woman sitting in a doctor's room | Source: Midjourney

A woman sitting in a doctor’s room | Source: Midjourney

“She has us,” I said, my voice steady. “She won’t go through this alone.”

I reached out and covered her hand with mine. Judith’s fingers twitched beneath mine, like she wasn’t used to being held onto.

“Good, that makes all the difference,” the doctor said, smiling.

Judith didn’t speak the whole way home. But when we pulled into the driveway, she exhaled shakily.

A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

“Thank you, April. Thank you for being wonderful.”

“We’ll get through this,” I said.

For the first time, she nodded like she believed me.

A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

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