When Ellie’s family returns from their Christmas getaway, they are surprised to find their house vandalized with eggs and a mysterious note left behind. Determined to uncover what happened, Ellie reviews the security footage and is stunned to discover the perpetrator is someone unexpectedly close to her. As she confronts them, hidden emotions and unresolved issues come to light, challenging their relationship. Can Ellie find a way to rebuild trust and heal the wounds?
Christmas has always been a time for family. For the past four years, my husband Ethan, our seven-year-old daughter Maddie, our five-year-old son Noah, and I have created a cherished tradition: escaping to the islands for the holidays.
It’s a time for just the four of us to relax under the sun and recharge before diving into the busy holiday season filled with dinners and social gatherings.
Two children at the beach | Source: Midjourney
And this year was no different—or so I thought.
When we pulled into our driveway after the trip, I stopped in my tracks.
Our home looked like it had been the target of a cruel prank.
Sticky streams of egg yolk streaked the walls, the porch was scattered with cracked shells, and even the holiday wreath I had carefully handcrafted was ruined, covered in a mess of splatter. The sight was both shocking and disheartening.
A house covered in eggs | Source: AmoMama
“What in the world?” Ethan muttered as he stepped out of the car, with Noah close behind.
“Mom, what happened?” Maddie asked from the backseat, her voice full of concern.
“I’m not sure, sweetheart,” I replied, feeling a heavy knot forming in my chest.
Noah crouched down beside the mess, inspecting it with wide eyes.
A little girl sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney
“Could a bird do this, Dad?” he asked.
I tried to keep calm for the kids, but inside, I was fuming.
Who would do this?
We were good neighbors — no, we were great neighbors! I baked cookies for new families, helped organize block parties, and I never turned down a chance to lend a hand.
This wasn’t random vandalism. It was targeted. It had to be.
A plate of cookies | Source: Midjourney
Then Ethan spotted the note. It was tucked under the doorframe, the edges crumpled and damp. He handed it to me.
This is for what you took from me before Christmas.
I stared at the words, my mind spinning.
What had I taken? And who could have written this?
That evening, after putting the kids to bed, Ethan and I went straight to the security camera footage. As we scrolled through the clips, an uneasy feeling settled in my stomach.
A piece of paper on the floor | Source: Midjourney
The camera captured a hooded figure creeping up our driveway, cartons of eggs in hand. Each throw was precise, almost practiced. This wasn’t some random prank—it felt personal, like a deliberate act of anger.
“This is unbelievable,” Ethan said, shaking his head. “Who even does this anymore? This is the kind of thing you’d expect from rowdy teens—eggs and toilet paper.”
But then, something about the figure stopped me cold. The way they tilted their head. The slump of their shoulders between each throw. My heart skipped a beat, and my breath caught in my throat.
A person holding a carton of eggs | Source: Midjourney
“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “It can’t be.”
But there was no denying it.
The hooded figure vandalizing our home was my own mother.
The next morning, I left Ethan with the kids and drove to my mom’s house. My hands clenched the steering wheel so tightly, it felt like I might break it. My mind raced with questions, hurt, and disbelief.
A woman in a car | Source: Midjourney
When I rang the bell, she opened the door with her usual warm smile.
“Ellie! What a surprise!”
“Why?” I blurted, skipping the pleasantries. “Just explain why.”
Her smile faltered.
“Why what? Explain what?” she asked.
A woman standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney
“Why would you do that to us? Don’t even try to deny it, Mom. Just tell me!”
She blinked, her face turning pale as she searched for the right words. Then, her eyes shifted away, her expression heavy with guilt.
“Come sit down, Ellie,” she said softly.
“I don’t want to sit down, Mom,” I replied, my voice firm. “I want to know why you thought it was okay to vandalize my house.”
A woman standing in a living room | Source: Midjourney
“It was because of your mother-in-law,” she said finally, her voice strained.
“What does Gloria have to do with this?” I asked, completely baffled.
“She called me, Ellie,” my mother snapped, her tone sharp with frustration. “Right before Christmas, she called to brag about how you and Ethan were taking her on your precious island vacation. She went on and on about how included and special she felt, about all the quality time she got with the kids. And me? I was just left here, sitting alone in the cold, like I didn’t even matter.”
An older woman at the beach | Source: Midjourney
I stared at her, completely stunned.
“Mom,” I said gently, trying to keep my voice calm. “We didn’t take Gloria with us. That’s not true. She wasn’t on the trip, I promise you.”
My mom’s eyes widened in shock.
“But then… why would she say that?”
“To hurt you,” I replied, my voice soft but steady. “To make you feel this way. To drive a wedge between us. Mom, why would I ever take Gloria on a trip and not invite my own mother?”
An upset woman | Source: Midjourney
She sank onto the couch, covering her face with her hands.
“I was so angry, Ellie,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “I felt invisible, like I didn’t matter to you anymore. And I… I let my emotions get the best of me.”
Her words hit hard because, deep down, I knew there was some truth to them.
A woman holding her head | Source: Midjourney
If I’m being completely honest, I had let my mom drift to the edges of our lives. I loved her deeply, but between raising two young kids, managing a full-time job, and juggling everything else, I hadn’t noticed how lonely she’d become.
Looking back, the signs had been there all along. The hesitation in her voice during our phone calls, the way she’d stopped dropping by unannounced with her usual homemade treats, the ones the kids always loved.
I’d let my busy schedule take over, and I hadn’t stopped to think about how it might be affecting her.
A woman working at her laptop | Source: Midjourney
“Mom,” I said gently, sitting beside her. “What happened wasn’t right, but I understand why you felt hurt. I’m sorry if I made you feel left out. Life has been overwhelming lately—managing work and the kids hasn’t been easy.”
Her face softened, her emotions surfacing.
“I’m so sorry, Ellie,” she said. “I’ll make things right. I’ll take care of the cleaning and do whatever you need me to do.”
A crying older woman | Source: Midjourney
“We’ll take care of it together, Mom,” I said, gently interrupting her. “But it starts with us working on us—being honest, and not letting other people’s words get between us. Agreed?”
She nodded, her relief evident. We hugged, and for the first time in years, it felt like the distance between us was starting to fade.
That afternoon, Mom came by with a bucket of soapy water and some rags. Together, we cleaned—scrubbing the egg off the walls, the porch, and the windows. It wasn’t just the house we were mending; it felt like we were rebuilding something between us too.
A bucket of soapy water | Source: Midjourney
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It was challenging, tiring, and a bit messy, but with each surface we cleaned, it felt like we were letting go of years of stress and clutter.
By the time we finished, the house looked refreshed — and so did our spirits.
That evening, after Ethan and I made grilled cheese sandwiches for the kids and tucked them into bed, we sat down to chat over a cup of tea.
Grilled cheese sandwiches | Source: Midjourney
“Babe, it was your mom who started this whole situation. Gloria called my mom and told her she was on vacation with us, having the time of her life. She made it sound so convincing that my mom believed it completely.”
“You’ve got to be kidding, El,” Ethan said, shaking his head. “She actually did that? What was she thinking?”
“I have no idea, but I think you need to have a conversation with her. I need to focus on my mom right now. She’s been feeling neglected for years, and this just pushed her over the edge. I’m sorry, but dealing with Gloria is up to you.”
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“I’ll call her,” Ethan said firmly. “She needs to be honest with me.”
Ethan stepped into our room to call his mother, while I decided to call mine again.
“Mom, why don’t you come over to celebrate New Year’s Eve with us? We’ll just be at home. Let’s enjoy some food, relax, and have a good time together!”
A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney
There was a pause on the other end of the line. Then her voice brightened in a way I hadn’t heard in a long time.
“You really mean that?” she asked.
“I do, Mom,” I said. “It’s time.”
On New Year’s Eve, Mom arrived with a tray of homemade dumplings, a chocolate cake, and lamingtons for the kids. She was wearing a sparkling dress that made her look about ten years younger.
A platter of lamingtons | Source: Midjourney
There was a brief silence on the other end of the line. Then her voice lit up, full of warmth I hadn’t heard in a long time.
“Do you really mean that?” she asked.
“I do, Mom,” I replied. “It’s time.”
On New Year’s Eve, Mom arrived with a tray of her signature homemade dumplings, a chocolate cake, and lamingtons for the kids. She wore a shimmering dress that made her look vibrant and youthful.
Fireworks in the night sky | Source: Midjourney
I glanced around the room—my kids’ cheerful, sleepy faces, my husband’s arm resting gently on my shoulders, and my mother, beaming with happiness. Something inside me shifted.
A week later, Ethan and I met Gloria at a cozy coffee shop.
“Mom, we need to talk,” Ethan said, stirring sugar into his coffee. “Please, just be honest. No more avoiding the truth.”
A woman sitting in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney
“I wasn’t honest with your mother because I felt hurt about not being invited. I don’t even know why I lied, but I did. I think I let the loneliness get to me. You know how the holidays can feel for someone who’s been alone for a while…”
“Why didn’t you just go spend time with her?” I asked, taking a bite of my croissant. “You were both feeling lonely. You could have kept each other company, enjoyed the holidays together, watched movies, baked treats, and talked late into the night.”
A croissant and coffee at a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney
“I wasn’t thinking, Ellie,” she said, her voice trembling. “If I could undo it all, I would in a heartbeat. I promise you that.”
We sat in silence for a moment.
“So, what happens now?” Ethan asked.
“I’m going to call Irene and make amends. I’ll plan a tea gathering with her and do everything I can to set things right. We’ll fix this—just wait and see.”
A tea party setting | Source: Midjourney
“I hope so, Gloria,” I said. “Because we can’t let the kids feel caught between their grandmothers. I won’t let that happen.”
“And you’re absolutely right!” she replied firmly. “I wouldn’t let it happen either. I’ll make it right, Ellie. You don’t need to worry about that, my dear.”
In the end, we left our mothers to work things out, and little by little, they mended their relationship. Now, they’re mahjong partners who try a new baking recipe every weekend.
And for the record, I can’t even look at eggs anymore.
A carton of eggs on a counter | Source: Midjourney
What would you have done?
