For years, I quietly saved for my niece Phoebe’s college. No one asked; I just wanted to secure her future. Phoebe is kind, creative, and grateful—she deserved every bit of it.
Prom night changed everything. Dressed like a princess, Phoebe thanked me in her speech for funding her prom. I froze. My sister Audrey, Phoebe’s mom, had secretly spent $7,000 of the college fund on one fancy night and lied to both of us.
I confronted Audrey, but she brushed it off, claiming Phoebe “deserved it.” She even asked me for more money days later. I refused. Family support shouldn’t mean endless betrayal.
Phoebe later came to me, ashamed and innocent. She offered to work all summer to repay what she didn’t know was stolen. I hugged her and promised to rebuild the fund myself—but with one rule: her mom would never touch it again.
I can’t fix Audrey, but I can protect Phoebe’s dreams. That, I’ve learned, is real love.
