I never imagined a dream honeymoon could become a lesson in gratitude, but a call from my stepdaughter, Brooke, set the stage for just that—and what followed turned into a wake-up call she never expected.
When I married Gary a decade ago, I gained more than a husband—I became a stepmom to Brooke, who was thirteen at the time. Building a bond with her wasn’t always easy, but I poured my heart into it. By her twenties, Brooke was a bright, ambitious woman, though admittedly, a bit spoiled.
From paying her college tuition to funding her dream wedding, Gary and I always supported her. Her wedding was a storybook affair at a stunning vineyard, complete with twinkling lights—a small fortune well spent to see her radiant smile.
As a final gift, we planned an extravagant honeymoon for Brooke and her husband, Mason—a luxurious villa in the Dominican Republic with a private pool and breathtaking ocean views. It exceeded our budget, but we wanted it to be special.
The day after they arrived, Brooke called. “Dad’s there too, right? Put me on speaker,” she demanded sharply.
“What’s wrong?” Gary asked, concerned.
“This villa is what’s wrong!” she snapped. “It’s tiny! The pool is too small to swim laps, and the beach is five minutes away. Honestly, it’s like you didn’t even try!”
Gary’s jaw tightened. “Do you know what we spent on this?”
“It’s not enough,” she retorted. “Everything feels… underwhelming.”
Gary was furious, but I stopped him. “Getting angry won’t help,” I said calmly. “I have an idea.”
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