Deep breaths, that’s what I told myself when Ariel, my ever-optimistic (and slightly chaotic) sister, volunteered to plan Grandpa’s 90th birthday. Despite our complicated relationship, we both cherished our bond with Gramps deeply. When Ariel insisted on organizing the party, I was skeptical but gave her a chance.

On the day of the party, I walked into the restaurant and felt my stomach twist. A sushi place? Gramps doesn’t even eat sushi. The crowd, mostly Ariel’s university friends, seemed more interested in partying than celebrating Gramps. Ariel was oblivious to the disaster she had orchestrated, beaming as if everything was perfect.

Gramps sat quietly, fumbling with chopsticks. I helped him, trying to ease his discomfort. As the evening dragged on, Ariel handed Gramps the bill, expecting him to pay. I lost it, arguing that Gramps shouldn’t cover the cost of his own party. I decided to pay and split the bill, determined to salvage the night.

Using the restaurant’s aux cord, I played embarrassing audio clips Ariel had sent me, revealing her frustrations about her friends. Ariel was mortified, and Gramps spoke up, reminding her about responsibility. She apologized, realizing her mistake.

As we left, Ariel promised to think things through next time. Despite the chaos, the experience brought us closer and taught Ariel an important lesson about consideration and responsibility.