After our beloved Grandma, Mama E, passed away, my brother Caleb and I vowed to honor her last wish: sell her house and use the money to open an animal shelter. But everything changed when Aunt Sheryl — who’d vanished years ago after stealing from Mama E — returned, frail and sobbing, claiming to be dying of cancer and homeless. Out of guilt and grief, we gave her everything, including the house. A week later, we saw her driving a shiny red Tesla,

laughing and bragging on the phone about her fake sob story. She’d sold the house and was planning a luxury condo life. We were heartbroken — and furious.We didn’t sue. Instead, we launched a fake fundraiser in her name: “Aunt Sheryl’s Shelter for Sick Pets – In Memory of Mama Eileen.” Flyers went everywhere. Reporters, church groups, animal lovers — everyone started calling her. When she exploded on Facebook denying it all, we just smiled.Karma hit hard after that. The buyer of the house sued her for hiding major structural damage. Then her ex-boyfriend, Rich, found her and demanded a share of her new fortune. She vanished soon after, her Tesla gone and old station wagon spotted leaving town. With the money we would’ve spent on legal fees, we started Mama E’s Hope House, a small foster network for senior dogs. It’s not a full shelter yet, but it’s real — and growing. We didn’t ruin Sheryl’s life. She did that herself. We just gave karma a little nudge. And Mama E? She would’ve smiled and said, “What goes around comes around.”