Ariel and I have always had a complicated relationship. As the older, more responsible sister, I often found myself cleaning up after her chaos. Despite our differences, we both cherished Gramps, who had been our rock, especially after Dad’s passing.

When Ariel volunteered to organize Gramps’ 90th birthday party, I was immediately concerned. Ariel wasn’t known for her planning skills. I voiced my doubts to Mom, who urged me to trust Ariel and give her a chance. Reluctantly, I sent Ariel the $50 she requested.

On the day of the party, I was shocked to find that Ariel had booked a sushi restaurant filled with loud, drunk university students. Gramps, who didn’t even eat sushi, was visibly uncomfortable. Ariel, oblivious to the disaster, insisted that Gramps should enjoy the youthful atmosphere.

When the bill arrived, Ariel handed it directly to Gramps, expecting him to pay. I was furious. “Ariel, what are you doing? Gramps shouldn’t have to pay for his own birthday party!”

Ariel looked confused. “Well, I organized everything. It’s only fair.”

I snatched the bill from her, refusing to let Gramps pay. “You’ve ruined this day for him, and now you think he should cover it?”

Despite Gramps’ attempts to calm the situation, I took control. I approached the waitress and requested to split the bill. Then, I used the aux cord to play some of Ariel’s own audio clips where she complained about her roommate and boyfriend, making sure everyone heard.

The room fell silent as Ariel’s voice filled the restaurant. Shocked, Ariel’s friends started to leave, and Ariel was left in tears. Gramps, though disappointed, appreciated my intervention.

Outside, I told Ariel, “We’re not kids anymore. Our actions have consequences. I hope you’ve learned something from this.”

Ariel nodded, her remorse evident. “I’m sorry, Jocelyn. I’ll do better next time.”

As we drove home, the tension eased. It wasn’t the birthday celebration I had hoped for, but at least Ariel had learned a lesson in responsibility.