Spoiled Son Demands Money For Doing His Chores

A teenage boy demands that his parents pay him for doing his household chores and learns a painful lesson.

Wesley pushed his plate away. “I’m sick of meatloaf,” he complained. “Can’t you make anything else?” he asked his mother.

His mom looked at him indignantly. “We had roast chicken yesterday, hamburgers the day before, fish on Friday…”

Wesley sniffed derisively. “Yeah, yeah…Whatever!” and got up from the table.

“Wesley,” said his mother. “Please rinse your plate and put it in the dishwasher.”

“Why should I?” asked Wesley with typical teen arrogance. “I’m not your slave!”

Price list for chores | Source: AmoMedia.com

Price list for chores | Source: AmoMedia.com

“My slave?” gasped his mother, “How can helping out make you my slave?”

“You don’t pay me, do you?” asked Wesley triumphantly. “Work without pay is slavery!”

Wesley’s dad frowned. “We support you, son,” he pointed out. “We house you, feed you, clothe you, and educate you…”

“That’s your duty and my right!” said Wesley. “And the law says you have to do it too, but I don’t have to do a thing!”

Wesley’s mom changed color. “I see! So we have duties and you have rights? Is that what you believe? What about your duty to help, to do your chores?”

“I’m not your slave,” repeated Wesley arrogantly. “If you want me to do things around here, you’d better pay me!”

A rebellious teen | Source: Pexels

A rebellious teen | Source: Pexels

Wesley’s mom jumped up but his father laid a gently restraining hand on her arm. “Pay you?” asked the father calmly. “And how much would you want for doing your chores?”

Wesley smiled triumphantly. “I’ve thought about that. For taking out the trash, $1, for washing dishes, $2, walking the dog, $4, cleaning my room, $5, and for cleaning the yard and mowing the lawn, $10. And you’re lucky I’m not demanding back pay.”

“Never!” cried Wesley’s mom angrily, but his father smiled calmly.

“I agree, Wesley. We will pay you for your work according to your demands. From now on you are a man, and we will treat you as such.”

Wesley puffed out his chest. “It’s about time you showed me some respect!” he crowed, and his mother opened her mouth to utter an angry retort. Once again Wesley’s dad smiled sweetly and restrained her.

Angry mother | Source: Unsplash

Angry mother | Source: Unsplash

“Well, son, we start tomorrow, OK? I’ll put up a chart with your chores, and you write down what you’ve done on a daily basis. At the end of each week, say Friday afternoons, you get paid. What do you think?”

Wesley smiled happily. “That’s just perfect, dad!” Wesley walked out feeling on top of the world, without realizing he was about to have one of the worse weeks of his life.

A family works as a unit to make their collective lives better.

Wesley’s mom turned to his father. “Rick, how could you? He’s disrespectful, lazy, and greedy. He needs to learn,…”

Rick was smiling, and it wasn’t a nice smile. “Don’t worry, Martha, I have a plan, and our dear little boy is in for a very unpleasant experience. We’re going to teach him a lesson!”

The next day, Wesley walked into the house after football practice. It had been a long day at school and he was starving. “Hey mom!” he said. “What’s for dinner?”

Making a price list for his chores | Source: Pexels

Making a price list for his chores | Source: Pexels

“Turkey pot-pie with sweet potatoes and peas,” his mother said smiling sweetly.

“Cool!” cried Wesley. “I’m starving!” He saw that his dad had put up a chart on the wall and he immediately walked over and filled in walking the dog and cleaning his room. Later he would take out the trash.

That’s $9 already, though Wesley happily. I’m going to be rich! An hour later the scent of the food lured him down to the kitchen again where he found his mother and his father having dinner.

“Mom!” he cried indignantly. “You didn’t call me and I told you I was starving!”

Wesley’s mom smiled, and his father replied: “But Wesley, now that you are earning your own money, you will have to support yourself. If you want your mother to cook for you, you will have to pay her.”

“PAY HER?” screamed Wesley, “I’m not going to pay her!”

Walking the dog | Source: Unsplash

Walking the dog | Source: Unsplash

“Well, I’m afraid you’ll have to dip into your savings and order take away, then.” Wesley’s mother said still smiling.

“But…but…That’s not fair!” screamed Wesley and stormed upstairs. He ordered a pizza and it cost him $15 plus the delivery fee and the tip. Wesley worked out that he’d have to work three whole days to pay for that pizza. Being an independent man was expensive!

The next morning he came down for breakfast to find his mother making bacon and eggs and it smelled delicious. “Hi mom,” he said sweetly, “can I have my eggs over easy?”

“Sure, son!” she smiled. “That will be $6 for breakfast!”

“You’re charging me for breakfast?” cried Wesley angrily. “That’s not fair!”

But Wesley was in for another surprise. “Dad,” Wesley said, “our coach said we have to have new team jerseys and it will cost $69,99.”

Cleaning up his room | Source: Unsplash

Cleaning up his room | Source: Unsplash

“I see,” said his dad smiling. “But why are you telling me this?”

“Well, so you can give me the money!” said Wesley.

“But, Wesley,” his dad said, still smiling, “now that you’re earning money, you pay for your own expenses, and that includes clothes. I thought you knew that.”

“I don’t have that kind of money!” cried Wesley. “Where am I supposed to get $70?”

“Save it up from your what you earn, of course. It’s what we do!” dad said.

Wesley was stunned. Not only would he have to feed himself, but he’d also have to buy his own clothes? This wasn’t what he’d imagined when he’d demanded payment for his chores. “Well, OK,” he said. “Listen, dad, could you give me a ride to school? I’m a bit late…”

Nothing for dinner | Source: Unsplash

Nothing for dinner | Source: Unsplash

“Sure, son!” his dad smiled. “That will be $5.50.”

“You’re going to charge me for a ride to school?” Wesley gasped.

“Sure, after all, you’d pay a taxi, wouldn’t you?” his dad pointed out reasonably.

“But you’re my DAD!” cried Wesley. “And you’re charging me?”

“Oh Wesley, dear,” said his mother sweetly. “That reminds me! That will be $12.50 for washing and ironing your clothes.”

Wesley walked to school and was late. At lunchtime, he ate the cafeteria food with great gusto. He wondered when he’d taste his mother’s meatloaf again, or her mac and cheese, or her amazing Irish stew…

Boy runs out of money | Source: Unsplash

Boy runs out of money | Source: Unsplash

That night, Wesley came down at dinnertime looking despondent. His parents were having dinner and it smelled delicious. Wesley’s stomach rumbled. “Mom, dad?” he said quietly. “Can we talk?”

“Sure son,” said his father. “What’s on your mind?”

“I just wanted to say I’m sorry about that payment thing. I guess I never thought about everything you two do for me every day, and you never ask for anything in return.”

“We were hoping you’d realize that, Wesley. Everything we do for you, we do out of love, not obligation or duty,” his mother said.

“I know, mom, I’m so sorry,” Wesley whispered, and his eyes filled with tears.

Wesley’s dad got up and put his arms around him. “Son, in this family we do all we can to help each other, to make all our lives easier and better. That’s what being a family is all about, and we were hoping you’d understand that.”

Boy apologizes to his parents | Source: Pexels

Boy apologizes to his parents | Source: Pexels

Wesley’s mom gave him a hug too and said, “So how about some dinner? I made cottage pie and green beans — your favorite!”

That night, Wesley had one of the nicest evenings ever with his parents, and he learned one of the most important lessons: to appreciate all that his parents do for him and to do his part in helping his family.

What can we learn from this story?

1. Love doesn’t demand payment.

2. A family works as a unit to make their collective lives better.

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3 Incredible Stories Shared by Stewardesses from the Business Class Cabin

Have you ever wondered what wild secrets fly above the clouds in business class? Stewardesses are the ultimate keepers of sky-high stories, and their tales range from the heartwarming surprises to jaw-dropping twists that you’d never expect.

In this collection, we’re peeking into the fascinating world of the business class cabin where the drinks flow, the demands are high, and no two flights are ever the same.

So sit back, fasten your seatbelt, and enjoy these three unforgettable stories shared by flight attendants who’ve seen it all from 30,000 feet.

Two smiling flight attendants | Source: Midjourney

Two smiling flight attendants | Source: Midjourney

Millionaire Mocks Poor Woman with 3 Kids on Business Class Flight until Pilot Interrupts Him

From the moment the mother with three little kids boarded, I could tell it was her first time in business class. The way she guided the kids, eyes wide with excitement, reminded me of my own first flight years ago.

But while I was all set to make their experience great, the man in the next seat was far from pleased.

“Are you kidding me?” he scoffed as she took the seat beside him, wrangling her bags and kids with the careful grace that only a mom could manage.

A mom with three kids in an airplane | Source: Midjourney

A mom with three kids in an airplane | Source: Midjourney

“Miss,” he barked at me. “You’re really letting them sit here?”

“Sir, these seats are hers. She has every right to sit here,” I said, offering him my calmest smile, but he just rolled his eyes.

He didn’t let up, not even when she apologized for the trouble.

A smiling flight attendant | Source: Midjourney

A smiling flight attendant | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, trust me, I have a meeting to join on this flight,” he grumbled. “And I’m going to need silence. Absolute silence. These kids won’t be silent, I can tell.”

I watched as the woman settled her kids, motioning for them to stay quiet. They did their best, though the youngest couldn’t help the occasional squeal of excitement when he saw the clouds out of the window.

Still, the businessman acted like they were playing drums in his ears, dramatically sighing every few minutes.

A grumpy business man | Source: Midjourney

A grumpy business man | Source: Midjourney

About an hour into the flight, I brought him his coffee and cookies, trying to smooth things over.

“Thank you, miss,” he said with a dismissive tone, barely looking up. I gave the kids fruit cups, thinking that they would be the quietest snacks for them. I didn’t want the businessman to lash out at them over nothing.

But when his conference call ended, he seemed pleased enough to answer when the mother leaned over to ask about the designs in his notebook.

Fruit cups in an airplane | Source: Midjourney

Fruit cups in an airplane | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, those?” he chuckled. “My company makes fabrics. Real fabrics,” he added, eyeing her clothes in a snooty way that made my stomach twist.

She looked down, fiddling with a bracelet on her wrist, trying to brush off his words.

“Actually,” she said softly, “I own a small boutique in Texas. We make a lot of our own designs. It’s nothing compared to what you do, I’m sure. But it’s something that I’m proud of.”

A woman looking out of an airplane window | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking out of an airplane window | Source: Midjourney

“Oh, I’m sure it is,” he sneered. “But you see, I just closed a million-dollar deal with one of the biggest design firms in the world. International Fashion Week big. I doubt a… boutique can even imagine what that’s like.”

He said the word “boutique” like it was a dirty word, and I could see her cheeks color.

But she didn’t snap back at him. Instead, she just nodded.

“Well, congratulations, sir,” she said simply.

A business man sitting in an airplane | Source: Midjourney

A business man sitting in an airplane | Source: Midjourney

I admired her patience. I was about to check on her when the captain’s voice came over the speaker.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we’re beginning our descent to JFK,” he announced. “I’d also like to thank my beautiful wife, Debbie, and our three kids, who are here with us today. Deb, I couldn’t have done this without you.”

I glanced over at the woman and watched her eyes widen in shock. Her hand flew to her mouth as her cheeks flushed with surprise. She turned to her kids, who were giggling in excitement.

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For illustration purposes only. | Source: Pexels

“And a special thank you to our passengers in first class. Thank you for making my family’s first business class flight one to remember. She has taken a huge leap of faith today, as it’s my first flight back after a long break. Deb, you’re my rock.”

The entire cabin was silent as the captain emerged from the cockpit. He held a small ring box, grinning ear-to-ear as he knelt before her.

A pilot holding a ring box | Source: Midjourney

A pilot holding a ring box | Source: Midjourney

“Debbie,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “Will you spend forever with me… again? And, don’t worry! My co-pilot is in charge of the plane!”

Passengers clapped, and I caught more than a few teary smiles.

“Yes!” Debbie exclaimed.

As for the businessman? He just sat there, gaping. His smug expression was nowhere in sight. And I couldn’t resist glancing at him, raising my brow. Soon, the flight’s descent was over, and we were almost ready to disembark.

A business man looking out of a window in an airplane | Source: Midjourney

A business man looking out of a window in an airplane | Source: Midjourney

“You know,” Debbie said, turning to the businessman. “Not everyone values money above all else. Some of us just value the people we love. And that? That’s something money can’t buy.”

I watched her gather her children and walk off with her husband, leaving the businessman looking small in a way I doubted he’d ever felt before.

As for me, I couldn’t help but smile. Not all stories end perfectly, but this one?

It was as close as it gets.

A smiling flight attendant | Source: Midjourney

A smiling flight attendant | Source: Midjourney

Woman Leaves Newborn on Business Class Plane Seat, Decides to Find Him 13 Years Later

From the moment I spotted the baby left behind on that business class seat, something inside me knew he’d been abandoned.

Working as a flight attendant, I’d encountered plenty of unusual situations, but never had I found a tiny newborn left alone, bundled in a soft blue blanket with nothing but a note beside him.

A newborn baby in an airplane | Source: Midjourney

A newborn baby in an airplane | Source: Midjourney

I remember how quiet the cabin felt as I read it. The handwriting was shaky, but her words were clear:

I’m a young mother who just cannot provide a good life for him. Please, take him in, cherish him… I’ve started calling him Matthew. But that’s not important… Just make sure that his last name is Harris.

My heart twisted as I held him. It was such a raw and heartbreaking choice for a mother to make.

A flight attendant holding a baby | Source: Midjourney

A flight attendant holding a baby | Source: Midjourney

I didn’t know her story, but I knew in that moment that I wanted to be part of this baby’s life. I didn’t have any children of my own, and when I looked into his tiny, sleeping face, I felt an overwhelming urge to protect him.

My husband, Deon, and I had always dreamed of adopting, and I felt that maybe, somehow, fate had put him in our lives.

The adoption process was long and complex, but we named him Matthew, just as his mother had named him, and we kept Harris as his second name. Deon wanted us to give him our name.

A baby in a crib | Source: Midjourney

A baby in a crib | Source: Midjourney

“Lincy,” he said, “this is our son now. As much as his birth mother wanted Harris to be his last name, she’s not here. We can compromise and give it to him as a second name. But Thomas will be his last name.”

It was also important to us that Matthew grew up knowing about his mother’s note. When he was thirteen, I finally shared that part of his story.

Our boy took it well, nodding thoughtfully as he held the note.

A little boy sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

A little boy sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

“Did she love me?” he asked, and I could only tell him what I believed was true.

“Yes, my love,” I said. “She loved you enough to make the hardest choice of all.”

Years passed, and Matthew thrived. He excelled in school, made friends easily, and became the center of our world.

But I could always sense a lingering curiosity in him about where he came from, a desire to fill in the missing pieces.

A little boy sitting in a classroom | Source: Midjourney

A little boy sitting in a classroom | Source: Midjourney

Then, one afternoon, my phone rang. I was on holiday, finally choosing to be on the ground instead of in the skies. It was an unknown caller, but when I picked up, a nervous voice stammered.

“Is this Lincy? The flight attendant? I think… I think you adopted my son.”

There was a pause as my heart skipped a beat. For the past thirteen years, this was a call that I had feared.

“Yes, Matthew? He’s my son now.”

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

The woman on the other end introduced herself as Rhonda. She sounded relieved and terrified all at once. She told me her story in halting sentences: how she’d left her father’s house when she got pregnant at nineteen, been rejected by her boyfriend, and how she struggled alone in New York City.

She said she regretted leaving Matthew every single day but had never had the means to find him until now.

“Would you allow me to meet him?” she asked, her voice barely a whisper. “Just once. I just want him to know why I did what I did.”

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

I hesitated but finally agreed. I could tell that this was something Matthew needed, too, even if he didn’t know it yet.

A week later, we arranged a meeting at a quiet café. When Rhonda walked in, she looked nervous and held a small photo album in her hands. Matthew looked her over, curious but guarded.

I didn’t know what to expect, but I could feel my heart in my throat as I watched them. I would have rather sat through turbulence than this.

The interior of a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

The interior of a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

“Hi, Matthew,” Rhonda began. “I’m… the woman who left you on that plane. I know it’s unforgivable, but I did it because I thought you’d have a better life without me.”

Matthew sat quietly for a moment.

“Why didn’t you just try to raise me?” he asked.

Rhonda’s eyes filled with tears.

An upset woman sitting in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman sitting in a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

“I was homeless, my father kicked me out. I had no support. I didn’t know how I’d survive, let alone care for you. But it’s something I regret every day.”

The tension eased slightly, and I watched as they spoke.

As we left, Matthew gave her a small nod.

A boy sitting at a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

A boy sitting at a coffee shop | Source: Midjourney

“Thanks… for coming back, I guess,” he said.

Today, Matthew is twenty-three, and he’s grown into an incredible young man. He’s forgiven Rhonda, even if I’m the only one he calls “Mom.”

I love my job; it’s been rewarding in many ways. But when I applied for a job as a flight attendant, I would never have guessed that I would find my son on a plane.

A smiling young man | Source: Midjourney

A smiling young man | Source: Midjourney

I Served a Rich Couple on a Plane, Next Day My Mom Introduced Me to Her Young Fiancé from the Same Plane

As a flight attendant, I’ve seen my share of surprises, but nothing like this. High above the clouds, I served a sharply dressed man, Edwin, and his stunning date, Isabella, in business class.

He gifted her a necklace in a velvet box, and I remember how her eyes sparkled as he fastened it around her neck. They looked like a picture-perfect couple.

I remember wondering if I would ever find such a love in my life.

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For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

“Thank you for making this flight special,” Edwin said to me with a warm smile, slipping me a generous tip.

The next day, I visited my mom, and she greeted me with a surprise of her own.

“Kristi, meet my fiancé, Edwin!” she exclaimed.

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For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

My heart nearly stopped as that same Edwin from the previous day stepped forward, wearing the same charming smile from the flight.

“Nice to meet you, Kristi,” he said, shaking my hand like we were strangers.

I forced a smile, wondering how to tell my mom that her new fiancé was a complete fraud.

A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

A smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

Over dinner, Edwin shared stories of his “travels,” but every time I pressed for details, he’d brush them off with a laugh.

“The past is the past, ladies,” he’d say, making me even more suspicious. Later, I pulled Mom aside on the balcony, needing to say something.

“Mom, Edwin’s lying to you,” I said. “I saw him yesterday with another woman on my flight. He gave her jewelry, called her his ‘gorgeous Isabella,’ and the works. You’re not the only one he’s seeing.”

Food on a table | Source: Midjourney

Food on a table | Source: Midjourney

My mom’s face hardened.

“Kristi, you’re being ridiculous. Edwin loves me, and maybe you’re just not ready for me to move on after your father.”

“Mom, please,” I said. “He’s scamming you! We know nothing about him.”

But she just turned away, dismissing me.

An upset woman standing on a balcony | Source: Midjourney

An upset woman standing on a balcony | Source: Midjourney

As fate would have it, Isabella tracked me down later that week having lost an earring on the flight, and remembered that I had taken care of her while on board.

I met her at one of the airport’s cafés, where she confirmed my fears.

“He asked me for money for an ’emergency,’” she said. “I was about to help him.”

An airport café | Source: Midjourney

An airport café | Source: Midjourney

We hatched a plan to catch him in the act. The next evening, at an upscale restaurant where Edwin was meeting Isabella, I posed as a waitress.

My heart raced as I approached their table, refilling his wine and “accidentally” spilling some on him.

“Watch it!” he snapped, barely glancing at me.

Spilled wine on a table | Source: Midjourney

Spilled wine on a table | Source: Midjourney

But during the commotion, I’d swapped his phone for a decoy, using the opportunity to go through his messages. Sure enough, his phone was filled with dating profiles and messages to other women.

But Edwin noticed his phone was gone, and he also noticed where I was hiding.

“I know you took it!” he barked, rounding in on me.

A woman holding a phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman holding a phone | Source: Midjourney

“I’m not letting you fool my mother,” I said, staring him down.

But Edwin only smirked.

“Your mother’s an adult. She knows what she wants.”

Days later, as Edwin prepared to marry my mom in a small chapel, I watched from outside, defeated. My mother had refused to listen to me.

The interior of a chapel | Source: Midjourney

The interior of a chapel | Source: Midjourney

But then, one by one, the women he’d deceived arrived, led by Isabella. They stormed the chapel in a fury.

“Scammer!” they echoed as they walked in.

Edwin tried to run but was swarmed by angry women hurling shoes and purses. In the end, my mom couldn’t even look at me as she left in tears. But I knew one thing for sure: Edwin would never scam another woman again.

An upset bride | Source: Midjourney

An upset bride | Source: Midjourney

These stories remind us that what happens mid-flight is rarely just about the journey… it’s about unexpected connections, hidden truths, and moments that change lives.

Next time you’re up in the clouds, just imagine the stories the person next to you might be bringing along.

If you’ve enjoyed this compilation, here’s another one for you |

3 Heart-Wrenching Stories About Little Kids Who Were Abandoned

What would drive a parent to abandon their own child? Journey with us through three gripping stories that unveil the raw emotions and unimaginable choices parents made. From the confines of a plane seat to the sterile walls of a hospital, witness the heart-wrenching decisions and the unyielding hope for redemption.

Life often presents us with impossible choices. In these three stories, we explore how certain difficult circumstances make people abandon their kids.

Prepare for an emotional rollercoaster as we go through the lives of three parents who had to part ways with their children.

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For illustration purposes only | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

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