Deep breaths, I kept reminding myself when Ariel, my ever-optimistic (and slightly chaotic) sister, took it upon herself to plan Grandpa’s 90th birthday party. A surprise celebration sounded nice, but knowing Ariel, it was likely to go off track faster than a runaway cake trolley. And, well, it did!
Ariel and I have always had a complicated relationship. We’ve shared countless memories, good and bad, but our differences often lead to friction. Ariel, being younger and more carefree, has a knack for getting into trouble and pulling others into her messy plans.
As the responsible older sister, I often find myself cleaning up after her chaos. Yet, despite our squabbles, we both cherish our bond with Gramps dearly. He’s been our rock, especially since Dad passed away.
Gramps’ 90th birthday was a milestone we all wanted to celebrate meaningfully. So, when Ariel offered to organize the party, I was immediately suspicious. She wasn’t known for her planning skills. One evening, while having tea with Mom, I couldn’t help but air my concerns.
“Mom, are you sure about Ariel handling Gramps’ party? She’s never planned anything like this before,” I questioned, trying to keep my tone light.
Mom looked at me over her glasses, her expression both stern and patient. “Jocelyn, you need to give your sister a chance. She’s trying to do something nice for Gramps.”
“But she’s so scatterbrained. Remember last Thanksgiving when she forgot to defrost the turkey?”
Mom sighed and put her cup down. “That was one time, and we managed, didn’t we? Trust her, Jocelyn. She wants to step up.”
I took a deep breath, trying to let go of my worry. “Alright, I’ll try. But I’m still going to keep an eye on things.”
Mom reached across the table and squeezed my hand. “I know you will, dear. But let her have this. Gramps deserves a great party, and Ariel is part of this family too.”
Reluctantly, I backed down and sent Ariel the $50 she asked for. A few days later, the big day arrived. I walked into the restaurant and immediately felt my stomach twist.
A sushi place? It was far from what I envisioned for Grandpa’s 90th birthday. The crowd was mostly drunk university students, who were clearly Ariel’s friends. My stomach lurched.
“Ariel, what is this?” I asked, trying to keep my voice calm as I approached her.
She beamed at me, clearly oblivious to the disaster she’d orchestrated. “It’s Gramps’ party, Joce! Isn’t it great? Everyone’s having so much fun!”
I glanced over at Gramps, who was sitting quietly, trying to use chopsticks. “Ariel, Gramps doesn’t even eat sushi. And who are all these people?”
“Oh, come on, Joce! GRAMPA IS HAPPY TO HANG OUT WITH THE YOUTH! AREN’T YOU, GRAMPS?” Ariel shouted. Gramps smiled weakly, still fumbling with the chopsticks.
I moved closer and sat beside him. “Here, Gramps, let me help you with that,” I said, taking the chopsticks from his trembling hands and picking up a piece of sushi. “You don’t have to eat this if you don’t want to.”
Gramps patted my hand. “Thank you, Jocelyn. I’m fine. Just happy to be surrounded by so many young people,” he said softly, though I could see the discomfort in his eyes.
As the evening dragged on, I felt more and more out of place. Ariel’s friends were loud and obnoxious, clearly enjoying themselves without a care in the world. I was just about to suggest leaving when the bill came, and Ariel, in her usual fashion, handed it directly to Gramps.
“Here you go, Gramps! Happy birthday! Time to pay up!” she laughed, pushing the bill towards him.
I lost it. “Ariel, what are you doing? Gramps shouldn’t have to pay for his own birthday party!”
Ariel looked at me, confused. “Well, someone has to pay. I organized everything. It’s only fair.”
I stood up, hands trembling with anger. “This is not fair, Ariel. You asked everyone to chip in, and you still expect Gramps to cover this ridiculous bill?”
Ever the peacemaker, Gramps tried to intervene. “It’s alright, Jocelyn. I can handle it.”
But I couldn’t let go. “No, Gramps. You shouldn’t have to.” I snatched the bill from Ariel’s hand, glaring at her. “You’ve ruined this day for him, and you think he should pay for it? No way.”
Ariel’s friends had gone silent, sensing the tension. Ariel herself seemed taken aback, not used to being confronted like this. I turned to Gramps, my voice softening. “Let me take care of this, Gramps. You’ve done enough for all of us.”
I stood by Gramps as we exited the main dining area, my anger still simmering. The loud, chaotic energy of Ariel’s friends was grating on my nerves. I had to handle the situation carefully, so I made my way to the bar where the waitress was standing.
“Excuse me,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady, “Could you please split the bill so I can pay for my grandpa and myself separately?”
The waitress, a young woman with tired eyes, nodded sympathetically. “Of course, I’ll take care of that for you.”
As she worked on splitting the bill, I spotted the bartender. I reached into my purse and pulled out a $20 bill. “Hey, could I get the aux cord? I want to turn on some music for Gramps.”
The bartender, a burly man with a kind smile, took the money and handed me the cord. “Sure thing. Here you go.”
With the aux cord in hand, I plugged in my phone and scrolled through my messages. I found the audio clips Ariel had sent me over the past few months: clips where she vented about her annoying roommate and her unbearable boyfriend. Taking a deep breath, I hit play, my heart pounding in my chest.
The audio echoed through the nearly empty restaurant, the loud voices of Ariel’s friends falling silent as they realized what was happening.
Ariel’s voice, dripping with frustration, filled the room. “I can’t stand my roommate! She’s always in my space, and her boyfriend is the worst. He’s such a slob, and she’s just as bad!”
I glanced over at Ariel; she had gone pale, her eyes wide with shock. She was sitting among her friends, the very people she had been complaining about. The look of horror on her face was unmistakable. The university students around her exchanged awkward glances, the uncomfortable silence amplifying the tension.
“Ariel,” I said loudly enough for everyone to hear, “do you have anything to say for yourself?”
Ariel stammered, her voice shaking. “Jocelyn, what are you doing? Turn it off!”
But I didn’t. The audio continued to play, each message more damning than the last. “And that party she threw last week? Total disaster. She doesn’t know how to organize anything.”
Gramps, who had been watching quietly, finally spoke up. “Ariel, you need to take responsibility for your actions. This isn’t how we treat family or friends.”
Ariel looked at Gramps, her eyes filling with tears. “I’m sorry, Gramps. I just wanted to do something nice for you.”
I stepped closer to her, my voice softening. “Ariel, doing something nice means thinking about what the other person would enjoy, not just doing what’s convenient for you. Gramps doesn’t even like sushi, and you know that.”
Ariel hung her head, the weight of her actions sinking in. “I didn’t think it through. I just wanted everyone to have fun.”
I sighed, feeling a blend of frustration and pity. “You need to grow up, Ariel. We’re not kids anymore. Our actions have consequences, especially when they affect the people we love.”
Ariel’s friends began to gather their things, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. One of them, a tall guy with a scruffy beard, spoke up. “Hey, Ariel, maybe we should go. This… isn’t really our scene.”
Ariel nodded, wiping her eyes. “Yeah, you’re right. Thanks for coming, guys. I’m sorry about all this.”
As her friends trickled out of the restaurant, I turned to Gramps. “Let’s get you home, Gramps. This has been enough excitement for one night.”
Gramps nodded, his expression weary but relieved. “Thank you, Jocelyn. I appreciate what you did.”
We helped Gramps to his feet, and I wrapped my arm around him, guiding him towards the door. Ariel followed, her steps hesitant. As we stepped outside into the cool night air, Ariel finally spoke again.
“Jocelyn, I really am sorry. I know I messed up.”
I looked at her, seeing the genuine remorse in her eyes. “I know you are. Just… try to think things through next time, okay? We’re all in this together.”
Ariel nodded, her expression earnest. “I will. I promise.”
As we made our way to the car, the tension began to ease. It wasn’t the birthday celebration I had hoped for Gramps, but at least Ariel had learned an important lesson. And maybe, just maybe, our family would be stronger for it.
This story is inspired by real events and people but has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enrich the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
