Deep breaths, that’s what I told myself when Ariel, my ever-optimistic (and slightly chaotic) sister, volunteered to plan Grandpa’s 90th birthday. Sure, a surprise party sounded sweet, but knowing Ariel, it would veer off course faster than a runaway cake trolley. And it did!
Ariel and I always had a complicated relationship. As siblings, we shared countless memories, both good and bad but our differences often led to friction. Ariel, younger and more carefree, had a knack for getting into trouble and dragging others into her chaotic plans.
I was the responsible older sister, always cleaning up after her messes. We both cherished our bond with Gramps deeply, despite our constant squabbles.
Gramps had been a constant source of wisdom and comfort, especially after Dad passed away. He was our rock, and his 90th birthday was a milestone we all wanted to celebrate meaningfully.
When Ariel volunteered to organize Gramps’ birthday party, I felt immediately suspicious. My sister wasn’t known for her planning skills. One evening, while having tea with Mom, I could not help but voice my concerns.
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