My son ordered me to wake up at 5:00 in the morning tomorrow to make coffee for my daughter-in-law. He said that because, as the mother-in-law, it’s my obligation. But last night, while he was asleep, I set his alarm for 4 in the morning and prepared a surprise they’ll never see coming.
It’s been 6 months since Terrence and Tiffany came to live in my house after they lost their apartment because they couldn’t afford the rent.
My son had lost his job at a commercial roofing company where he was making about $600 a week, and Tiffany had to close her nail salon because the debts piled up to $8,000. They arrived with two huge suitcases and a shoebox full of unpaid bills, promising it would only be temporary until they could get back on their feet financially.
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At first, everything seemed normal. I cooked their favorite meals.
I cleaned their rooms. And I helped them out just like any mother would for her struggling child. Terrence seemed grateful, and Tiffany even helped me wash the dishes after dinner.
I even started to think it was nice having company in this house, which had been so empty since my husband Marcus passed away 3 years ago.
But little by little, Terrence started to change. First, there were small orders disguised as kind requests. He’d ask me to do their laundry because Tiffany was too tired from looking for work all day.
Then he asked me to cook only his favorite comfort foods because he needed to feel better emotionally to face job interviews. Next, he asked me to clean their room every single day because Tiffany was apparently allergic to dust.
Things got strange when Terrence started talking to me like I was his personal employee. He no longer said please or thank you when I served his food.
His orders came out dry and direct during dinner, while Tiffany nodded along as if everything was completely normal. He told me I had to wash his clothes with a special softener that cost $12 a bottle. He demanded I cook specific cuts of meat that cost $25 a pound.
He ordered me to clean the entire house every day just in case his friends decided to visit.
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