My stepmother Judy and I never got along, but when she gave me an unexpected gift, I thought our relationship was changing. One afternoon, she handed me a towel with delicate daisy embroidery, a gesture that caught me off guard. “Thanks, Judy,” I said. “It’s really nice.” She smiled awkwardly, “I thought you might like it.”
A week later, my dad visited and spotted the towel. His expression shifted to intense disgust, and he threw it in the trash. “Sweetheart, I hope you haven’t used that towel…it belonged to our old dog!” he exclaimed. Shocked, I realized Judy must not have known its origin.
I confronted Judy, and she admitted she found the towel in the attic and thought it was nearly new. “I’m REALLY sorry for the mistake,” she said. Despite my discomfort, I appreciated her effort to bond with me.
This awkward incident led to a new understanding between us. We started spending more time together, and our relationship improved. My dad was thrilled to see us getting along, and we both realized the importance of giving each other a chance.
