Let me tell you—this story is wild, and you won’t believe what happened!
First, a bit of background. I’m Emily, 17, and a senior in high school. I live with my dad, my stepmom Carla, and her son, Mason. Despite everything, Mason and I get along like siblings usually do. But Carla? Well, she can’t stand me, and trust me, the feeling is mutual.
It all started seven years ago when my mom passed away from a cold that wouldn’t go away. Not long after, my dad started dating Carla, and within a year, they were married. I’ll never forget my aunt’s words at the wedding: “Your father didn’t waste any time, did he? And who is Carla anyway? She’s nothing compared to your mom.”
Carla seemed fine at first. She even tried to win me over, but it didn’t take long for the passive-aggressive comments to begin. I remember once, she just stared at me and said, “You look too much like your mother, Emily. It actually pains me to look at you.” She’d add digs like, “No wonder your father gives Mason more attention.” I tried to brush it off, but it stung. My dad? Clueless, of course. He didn’t see how Carla really treated me, and Carla loved that. She could say whatever she wanted with zero consequences.
Fast forward to prom season. Like any other girl, I was dreaming of the perfect night. I had saved up my babysitting money for months and finally bought a gorgeous violet dress—my mom’s favorite color. I had also booked a hair appointment at a fancy salon, where all my friends were getting their hair done too. Everything was set for my magical night… until Carla decided to ruin it.
The day of prom, I showed up at the salon, excited and ready. But the receptionist looked confused when I arrived. “Emily? I thought you canceled your appointment,” she said. I froze. Canceled? I didn’t cancel anything.
Just then, the hairdresser came over and explained that she had received a call earlier that day, supposedly from my “mom,” canceling my appointment. My heart sank, and that’s when I saw her—Carla—sitting there, getting her own hair done, with a smirk on her face. She had canceled my appointment to ruin my day.
Desperate, I asked the stylist if she could fit me in anyway, but there were no openings left. I walked out of the salon in a daze, devastated. My perfect prom night was unraveling before my eyes, and by the time I got home, I was in tears, locked in my room, trying and failing to do my own hair. It looked awful, and I felt defeated. I didn’t even want to go to prom anymore.
But just when I thought the night was ruined, I heard loud honking outside. At first, I ignored it, thinking it was just a car passing by. But it didn’t stop, so I dragged myself to the window—and my jaw dropped. A sleek black limousine was parked in front of our house. Was this for me?
I ran downstairs just as the driver stepped out and asked for “Miss Emily.” My dad, confused, handed me a small card. Inside, in neat handwriting, it read: To my beautiful sister, Emily. I know you’ve had a rough time, but you deserve the best night ever! Enjoy the limo, and don’t worry about a thing. Love, Mason.
Mason? My 11-year-old stepbrother had planned all of this! He overheard Carla canceling my hair appointment, so he took matters into his own hands. Using money Carla had stashed away for a fancy necklace she wanted, Mason rented the limo and even arranged for a neighbor’s daughter—who worked as a stylist—to come over and do my hair and makeup.
Twenty minutes later, I went from crying in my room to looking like a princess. I couldn’t believe Mason had done all of this for me. When Carla pulled into the driveway and saw me stepping into the limo, her face turned red with shock. She had no idea how Mason had outsmarted her, and I wished I had a picture of her expression to hang on my mirror!
Prom turned out to be everything I had hoped for. When I arrived at the venue in the limo, heads turned, and I felt like a star. For the first time in a long while, I felt my mom’s presence with me, and the night was pure magic. As for Carla, I hope she learned her lesson—you can’t mess with someone’s happiness and expect to get away with it, especially when their little brother is there to save the day!
Isabella Strahan’s Inspiring Journey: A Battle with Cancer
The 19-year-old daughter of former NFL player Michael Strahan, Isabella, recently gave an update on her valiant fight against cancer. Isabella broke down in tears as she announced on social media that she would only need four chemotherapy sessions as opposed to the six that were initially scheduled. She was overcome with delight at hearing this unexpected news, which was a big step in the right direction for her recuperation.
Isabella was given a medulloblastoma diagnosis last year. This kind of cancer is found near the base of the brain. In January 2024, she courageously revealed her experience during an interview on Good Morning America, which made her diagnosis public. Isabella is resilient and unflappable in spite of her struggles.
“I feel fantastic. Not too awful,” Isabella said in the January interview, demonstrating her fortitude in the face of difficulty.
October 2023 marked the start of Isabella’s journey as she enrolled in her first year of college at the University of Southern California in Los Angeles. She sought medical attention when she began to experience recurrent headaches. As the symptoms worsened, nausea and trouble walking straightened out. When Isabella woke up one day in late October and started vomiting blood, her condition took a sharp turn for the worse. At first, her problems were thought to be caused by vertigo. She contacted her sister, who then alerted their entire family, as soon as she realized something was really wrong.
Isabella has fought cancer with incredible strength since learning of her illness. She gave a positive update in a recent YouTube video, revealing that she will only require four chemotherapy cycles as opposed to the original six. Knowing that Isabella is halfway through her therapy, the burden on her shoulders began to ease, and she shed these happy tears.
I’ll finish up in May. Isabella grinned and said, “And I can kind of try and have a summer to feel better.” And I’m overjoyed since I had assumed I would be finished by the end of July. My goal was to complete six rounds in all. After that, I would actually have to return to school immediately. I’m overjoyed.
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