Emily, a devoted baker, poured her heart into making a gorgeous three-tier wedding cake for her younger brother Adam and his fiancée, Chelsea. It was elegant, detailed, and delicious—easily worth over $1,200. But because it was family, she charged just $400, happy to help and expecting a simple thank you and follow-through. The wedding came and went, the cake was a hit, and guests raved. But days passed, and no payment came. When Emily gently brought it up, Adam shrugged it off, and Chelsea laughed, saying, “We thought it was a gift! You’re family,

after all.” Emily was stunned. They had agreed to pay. She didn’t mind giving discounts for family—but being dismissed so casually hurt deeply. It wasn’t just about the money—it was about feeling unvalued for something she worked so hard on. She said nothing. But someone else noticed: Grandma Margaret. At the family dinner a week later, during her toast, Grandma—poised in pearls and always watching—spoke with a knowing smile. “Family generosity is a beautiful thing,”