At my son’s 17th birthday party, my dad swung a baseball bat through the Ford Mustang I saved two years to buy and barked, “Hand it to your aunt—she deserves it,” but Grandma Rose stepped out of the silence, raised her phone, and said, “Smile… I recorded everything,” and before the candles even cooled, flashing police lights, a viral video, a lawsuit, and a cut-off inheritance turned their cruelty into consequences.
At my son’s seventeenth birthday party, my dad smashed my son’s metallic blue Ford Mustang with a baseball bat—right there in our driveway, in front of all his friends, like he was trying to make a point out of breaking something beautiful. It was a gift I had spent two years saving up to buy…
