When Lucy comes home in tears after a week of babysitting, her mother, Rebecca, is furious. Their smug neighbor, Mrs. Carpenter, refused to pay, dismissing it as a “life lesson.” Determined to right the wrong, Rebecca plots a clever revenge, ensuring Mrs. Carpenter learns a lesson she won’t forget.
Lucy stumbled through the door, her face pale and streaked with tears. I froze, the sight of her so unexpected, so jarring, that for a moment, I didn’t move.
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My daughter wasn’t the type to cry easily, and when she did, it wasn’t like this — tears clinging to her lashes, her chest rising and falling with ragged breaths, her entire body radiating hurt.
“Lucy?” I rushed to her side and put my hands on her shoulders. “What happened?”
She didn’t answer right away, just shook her head as she swiped at her cheeks, trying to pull herself together. But I could see the fight in her was gone, and it made my stomach twist.
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I took her by the shoulders, gently guiding her to sit on the couch.
Her hands trembled as she fidgeted with the sleeve of her sweater, and I waited, my heart pounding as I tried to prepare for whatever had shattered her like this.
Finally, Lucy looked up at me, her voice small, barely above a whisper. “Mom, she… she wouldn’t pay me.”
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I blinked, confused. “What do you mean? Who?”
“Mrs. Carpenter!” Her voice cracked, and fresh tears welled in her eyes.
“She said it was a life lesson. ‘You should always get things in writing. Never trust someone’s word!'”
“She said what?” My voice cracked, disbelief giving way to fury.
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“She also said that babysitting should have taught me hard work, and that was payment enough. Then she slammed the door in my face, Mom.”
My stomach churned as the words sank in. “So, she didn’t pay you at all?”
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I felt my pulse quicken, heat rising in my chest as Lucy continued.
“And her kids, Mom—” She sniffled, her voice trembling. “They were awful when she wasn’t there. They wouldn’t listen. They threw toys at each other and at me, too! And when I tried to make them do their summer reading, they just laughed and said, ‘Mom says we don’t have to.'”
She wiped her eyes angrily. “I tried so hard. Every day, I was there on time, taking care of everything. And she just smiled like it was some kind of joke. Like it didn’t even matter.”
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“Oh, sweetie,” I said, pulling her close. She was 15, trying so hard to be grown-up, but in that moment, she felt like my little girl again. “How much did she owe you?”
“I babysat for four hours each day for five days… so that’s $220.” Lucy sniffled. “I was going to use it for that art course I wanted to take.”
I reached for my purse without hesitation. “Here,” I said, counting out the bills. “You earned this.”
Lucy’s eyes widened. “Mom, no—”
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“Yes,” I insisted, pressing the money into her hand. “You worked hard for this. What Mrs. Carpenter did wasn’t a ‘life lesson,’ it was just wrong.”
Lucy shook her head. “But you don’t owe me anything, Mom. She’s the one who broke her word.”
“Don’t worry about it, sweetie.” I leaned in and hugged her. “And this isn’t a freebie. I’m going to have a little chat with Mrs. Carpenter and we’ll settle things between us, okay?”
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Lucy arched her eyebrows and nodded.
“Now, why don’t you grab a cookie and watch some TV? I’ll call you for dinner in an hour.”
Cooking always helped calm me, but not that day. My thoughts were like a whirlwind as I prepared dinner. I’d only gotten angrier by the time I finally put the food in the oven and set the timer.
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Mrs. Carpenter and I had never been close, but we’d been cordial. She was one of those women who wore her “tough love” philosophy like a badge of honor, always going on about how “children these days need to learn things the hard way.”
I’d brushed off her comments before, but this? This was personal. I couldn’t let her get away with cheating Lucy, but I couldn’t just go marching over there in a fury and demand payment. That wouldn’t work on Mrs. Carpenter.
I needed a more strategic approach.
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That night, I barely slept. I kept thinking about Lucy’s excitement when she’d gotten the job.
“My first real job, Mom!” she’d exclaimed. “I’m going to be so responsible, you’ll see. I’m going to do everything right.”
And she had. She’d shown up early every day, played with the kids, tidied up, and all for what? To be humiliated by some self-righteous woman who thought she was doing my daughter a favor by cheating her out of her payment?
I tossed and turned as I pondered the best way to approach Mrs. Carpenter and deal with this mess. By morning, I had a plan. I’d hit her where it would hurt her most: her reputation.
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At exactly 10 a.m., I rang Mrs. Carpenter’s doorbell, my face arranged in what I hoped was a pleasant, almost cheerful expression. When she opened the door, her eyebrows shot up in surprise.
“Rebecca! What brings you by?”
“Oh,” I said, my voice dripping with honey. “I just had to come over and thank you personally.”
She blinked, confused. “Thank me?”
“For the wonderful life lesson you taught Lucy yesterday. You know, about the importance of contracts and trust?”
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Mrs. Carpenter’s face relaxed into a smug smile. “Well, yes. I’m glad you understand. Some parents would be upset, but children need to learn—”
“Oh, absolutely,” I cut in. “I’ve been telling everyone about it.”
Her smile faltered slightly. “Everyone?”
I nodded enthusiastically and pulled out my phone. “Oh, the moms’ group has been fascinated. Sarah was just saying this morning how interesting it was that you had a teenage girl work for a week without pay.”
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Mrs. Carpenter’s smile faltered, but I wasn’t done. I tapped the screen a few times and held it up for her to see. “Here, I’ve posted all about it in the neighborhood Facebook group. You know how everyone loves to stay informed. I’m surprised you haven’t seen it yet, the way people have been commenting.”
Her eyes widened as she stared at the screen, the color draining from her face. “Wh-what did you post?”
“Oh, just the truth,” I said sweetly, scrolling down.
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“‘Lucy babysat for you, every day for a week, and you decided not to pay her because you wanted to teach her a ‘life lesson.'” I paused, giving her a pleasant smile. “I think it really resonated with people.”
I flipped the phone back around and started scrolling through the comments, speaking as I went. “Melissa from down the street? She called it ‘disgraceful’ and said she’d never trust someone who treats kids like that.”
I scrolled further. “Oh, and Janet from the PTA — you know Janet — she thinks we should bring this up at the next school board meeting. Says it reflects poorly on our community.”
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Mrs. Carpenter’s face had gone from smug to stark white as I continued, each comment clearly hitting her harder than the last.
“Oh, here’s a good one,” I said, holding the phone out to her again. “‘This is beyond unacceptable! We need to protect our children from people like this. I wouldn’t let her near my kids again.'” I raised my eyebrows. “Looks like you’ve got quite the reputation now.”
She swallowed hard, her voice shaky. “Rebecca, I think there’s been a misunderstanding—”
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“Oh, I don’t think so.” My smile didn’t waver as I kept scrolling. “You were very clear about the ‘lesson’ you wanted to teach. And now everyone knows exactly what kind of… educator you are.”
Her hand shot up, waving weakly at the phone as if she could somehow stop the flood of comments. “But, but… some of the other mothers must agree with me, surely?”
“Let’s see…” I frowned thoughtfully and scrolled through the comments. “It looks like the consensus is that you’re a miser, actually, and a cheat. But don’t worry. I’m sure it’ll blow over. Eventually.”
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Mrs. Carpenter gripped the doorframe, her knuckles white, eyes darting back and forth as if trying to find an escape. “Rebecca, please. You have to delete those posts. I never meant—”
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” I said breezily. “After all, it’s just a life lesson, right? Sometimes we learn things the hard way.”
I turned to leave, then paused. “Oh, and next time you want to teach someone’s child a lesson?” I let my smile widen into a vicious grin, meeting her eyes directly. “Make sure the mother doesn’t bite back.”
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That evening, Lucy burst through the front door, waving an envelope. “Mom! Mrs. Carpenter gave me the money! She said there was a misunderstanding about the payment timing.”
I hugged her, breathing in the coconut scent of her shampoo. “That’s wonderful, sweetheart. I’m so glad she fixed her mistake.”
“Here.” She pressed the envelope into my hands. “Since you already paid me, this belongs to you.”
As Lucy bounded upstairs, I smiled to myself.
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Some might say what I did was petty or unnecessary. But as I heard Lucy’s excited chatter on the phone with her friend about the course she could now take, I knew I’d do it again in a heartbeat.
Sometimes, the best lesson a mother can teach isn’t about being nice or taking the high road. Sometimes, it’s about showing your child they matter, that their work has value, and that there are consequences for those who try to take advantage of them.
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