Who would have thought that my stepmom would steal from my college fund to splurge on veneers for herself? It’s unbelievable! But let me assure you, karma works its magic faster than you can say “cheese!”
I’m Kristen, just your average 17-year-old with dreams of a bright future. My late mom had set up a college fund for me, and my dad and I had been adding to it over the years. It wasn’t a massive amount, but it was a start.
Everything changed when Tracy, my stepmother, entered the picture. She’s obsessed with her appearance and spends more time in front of the mirror than anyone I know. She treats her looks like an Olympic sport, always striving for perfection.
One day, Tracy gleefully announced that she would be getting veneers. She had found a way to make it happen without breaking the bank. Little did I know, she had borrowed $5,000 from my college fund to pay for her dental procedures.
When Tracy casually dropped this bombshell on me, I couldn’t believe my ears. How could she steal from me and act like it was no big deal? That money was meant for my future, my mom’s legacy.
I confronted my dad, hoping he would rectify the situation, but he didn’t do much. Tracy got her veneers and paraded around the house, proud of her new smile. She even took a jab at my natural teeth, calling them “ugly alligator teeth.”
But, as they say, what goes around comes around. During a neighborhood BBQ she hosted to flaunt her new chompers, disaster struck. While enjoying a piece of corn on the cob, one of Tracy’s veneers cracked and fell out, leaving her with a smile that could swallow a whole lollipop.
Tracy’s dental disaster was the talk of the town, and she became a recluse. The veneers she had opted for turned out to be low quality, and she had to pay a hefty sum to fix the damage. Karma had given her a much-needed dental spanking.
My dad finally stepped up and confronted Tracy about the stolen money. He made it clear that she needed to pay back what she took from my college fund. Tracy, humbled by her broken smile, had no choice but to comply.
Meanwhile, my dad has been working hard to rebuild my college fund. Tracy has been noticeably silent about her spending habits, probably feeling guilty about what she did. It’s satisfying to see her realize the consequences of her actions.
In the end, I learned an important lesson. Sometimes, the things that matter most are not material possessions but the lessons we learn and the justice we witness. And who knows, maybe one day, I’ll even write a book about this experience called “From Fangs to Fortune: How My Stepmom’s Dental Disaster Saved My College Fund.”
Just remember, karma always finds a way to bite back.
