My Kids Listed My House on Airbnb While I Was in the Hospital — I Found a Way to Teach Them a Lesson

My Kids Listed My House on Airbnb While I Was in the Hospital — I Found a Way to Teach Them a Lesson

Mariah had been feeling less than healthy lately, causing her to admit herself into the hospital so that she could have a check-up. But in her absence, her children decided to rent out her house as an Airbnb, ready to pocket the money for themselves. When Mariah found out, she decided to teach her children a lesson.

“Mariah,” my friend Liz said on the phone, “why on earth is your house listed as an Airbnb?”

A phone opened to an Airbnb app | Source: Pexels

A phone opened to an Airbnb app | Source: Pexels

“What?” I asked, completely confused. “What are you talking about?”

“Denise was looking for a house to rent for the weekend because it’s her bachelorette weekend, and she came across your house. Aren’t you still in the hospital?” she asked.

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A group of women | Source: Midjourney

“Liz, I truly have no idea what you’re talking about,” I said, looking at the IV drip away into my bloodstream. “Send me the link to the site Denise saw.”

This is how I taught my children a valuable lesson:

Recently, my blood pressure had been all over the place, causing me to faint at odd moments.

A close-up of an IV | Source: Midjourney

A close-up of an IV | Source: Midjourney

“Mom,” my son, Liam, said, “you need to get it checked out. There’s no point in going to the pharmacy and getting medication over the counter just because you think it’s going to help. You need to get everything assessed properly.”

“And you need to start eating better,” Leah, my daughter, said. “Having oats in the morning, toast during the day, and soup at night isn’t a balanced diet. You’re playing with your health. It’s time to take things seriously.”

A counter at a pharmacy | Source: Midjourney

A counter at a pharmacy | Source: Midjourney

Leah moved around my kitchen, slicing vegetables to make a salad to go along with the grilled chicken she had been marinating.

“And what about your constant headaches? It’s time to get everything checked out. You should go into the hospital and do a full check-up,” Liam said.

A plate of grilled chicken and salad | Source: Midjourney

A plate of grilled chicken and salad | Source: Midjourney

“But I feel fine, other than the headaches and dizziness; I’m good!” I retorted.

Both my kids snorted and rolled their eyes at me.

“Do it, Mom,” Leah said, pointing her finger at me.

A young woman pointing and smiling | Source: Midjourney

A young woman pointing and smiling | Source: Midjourney

I had to agree with them. I had been downplaying my health lately. I still walked every second day and did as much yoga as my body would allow during the week.

But still, there was a nagging feeling that something could be wrong.

Women at a yoga class | Source: Midjourney

Women at a yoga class | Source: Midjourney

“Just go to silence that feeling,” Liz said when we met for smoothies after our yoga class one day.

“But what if we find something?” I asked, suddenly nervous to be speaking my thoughts out loud.

“Then, we’ll deal with it together. I know that Paul isn’t here anymore, but I’m here,” Liz said. “And anyway, we need you up and running for Denise’s wedding. I don’t know how to do the mother-of-the-bride things.”

A close-up of smoothies | Source: Midjourney

A close-up of smoothies | Source: Midjourney

“I’ll go to the GP and take it from there,” I said. “If he thinks that it’s the way to go, then I’ll do just that.”

“Yes, Mariah,” the doctor said. “I think it’s a great idea for you to go for a full-body check-up. There’s nothing wrong with just knowing your health and body. And I’ll recommend a CT scan for your headaches, too.”

A doctor putting on gloves | Source: Pexels

A doctor putting on gloves | Source: Pexels

Which is how I ended up at the hospital, and how my children chose to take advantage of the situation.

“I’ll bring your lunch soon,” the nurse said, smiling at me. “You just rest after your CT scan.”

“Thank you,” I said. “I’m just going to call my best friend and catch up with her.”

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A smiling nurse holding a clipboard | Source: Midjourney

Catching up with Liz meant that hearing that my children had let my house out as an Airbnb for the week that I was scheduled to be in the hospital.

“So, what are you going to do about it?” Liz asked me when I called her back after I confirmed that it was my house on the site.

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

A woman talking on the phone | Source: Midjourney

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But I want to teach them a lesson. Leah and Liam should have known better. But Leah and her husband are always looking for ways to make extra money. I’m sure that Andrew has a gambling problem, too.”

“Tell me what you want me to do,” Liz said, chewing something into my ear.

A couple playing poker | Source: Pexels

A couple playing poker | Source: Pexels

“I want you to tell Denise to book it,” I said. “But they’ll recognize that it’s her, so she’s probably going to need to create a new account. Do you think she’ll be okay with that?”

“Of course, she will!” Liz said. “Anything for you. But then what?”

“I’m getting discharged tomorrow,” I said. “But the kids think that I’ll be here until the end of the week. So, let them think that they’re going to make some money off the place.”

A close-up of a woman's IV and hospital band | Source: Midjourney

A close-up of a woman’s IV and hospital band | Source: Midjourney

“You want Denise to rent the place, but you want to mess it up?” Liz chuckled. “That’s devious.”

“No, my children are devious,” I said.

I hung up the call, and the nurse brought my lunch to me, ready to leave me alone to eat while she did her rounds.

A tray of hospital food | Source: Midjourney

A tray of hospital food | Source: Midjourney

If I was being honest, I didn’t know how I felt about my children’s betrayal. But it hurt me to imagine that while I had been away at the hospital, my children were perfectly fine with having strangers take over my home.

“What were they thinking?” I asked myself.

They hadn’t given a second thought to people using the mugs I had hand-painted, or people sitting in their father’s worn armchair. Paul has been deceased for a few years now, but it still felt like his chair.

An armchair in a living room | Source: Midjourney

An armchair in a living room | Source: Midjourney

“No,” I said to myself. “I’m going to get back at these kids.”

The next morning, I was discharged with a clean bill of health, despite warnings to keep my stress down.

“And keep an eye on your cholesterol, Mariah,” my doctor said. “Eat lots of green leafy vegetables.”

Leafy vegetables on a countertop | Source: Midjourney

Leafy vegetables on a countertop | Source: Midjourney

I drove myself to Liz’s house, where I was going to wait for Denise to meet me with the keys to my house.

“Are you sure about this?” Liz asked, making me a cup of tea and buttering a lemon and poppy seed muffin.

“Yes,” I said. “And this way, they’ll truly have to feel accountable for their actions.”

A cup of tea with a muffin | Source: Midjourney

A cup of tea with a muffin | Source: Midjourney

I went home a few hours later. There was something different about the house. The smell was different, and I knew for sure that someone else had been staying there.

There was a sweet perfume scent that took over my usual woody-scented house.

I had a long shower, ready to wash away the scent of the hospital that clung to my skin. I was ready for a long sleep in my own bed.

A comfortable bed | Source: Midjourney

A comfortable bed | Source: Midjourney

For tomorrow, the fun began.

The next morning, I made myself some breakfast and dutifully took the array of vitamins and supplements that the doctor had given me.

Then, I began to pack away all of my appliances.

Appliances in the trunk of a car | Source: Midjourney

Appliances in the trunk of a car | Source: Midjourney

“Where are you going to put everything?” Liz asked me when she came over.

“I’m going to put some into the trunk of my car, and we can hide the rest in the garage for now,” I said.

Together, Liz and I emptied out the house, leaving only the old toaster behind.

“Come on,” Liz said, linking her arm in mine. “Let’s get you out of here.”

An old toaster in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

An old toaster in a kitchen | Source: Midjourney

I waited until Friday, staying with Liz. And then I drove myself home that afternoon.

“Hi Mom!” Leah said excitedly when she saw me pull into the driveway.

“Hi, honey,” I said, taking out my bag from the backseat.

We walked into the house, and there were entirely new appliances all over my kitchen.

A kitchen with new appliances | Source: Midjourney

A kitchen with new appliances | Source: Midjourney

“What’s all this?” I asked, pretending to be shocked.

“Liam and I thought that you deserved new things!” Leah said, looking at the floor as she spoke.

“No, you didn’t,” I said. “You came back to my home when your guest was supposed to check out and you found everything gone.”

Leah stared at me with her mouth open.

A shocked young woman | Source: Midjourney

A shocked young woman | Source: Midjourney

“You know?” she said.

“Of course, I do!” I exclaimed. “I took everything! You needed to be taught a lesson. Why would you let my house out?”

Leah blinked slowly.

“Mom,” she said softly. “I’m so sorry. Andrew and I thought that it would be a good idea because it seemed like a great opportunity to make some extra money. Liam said that it was okay as long as nothing was broken.”

A close-up of a young woman | Source: Midjourney

A close-up of a young woman | Source: Midjourney

“Darling,” I said, hugging her. “You can’t do this. If you and Andrew need money, you come and talk to me about it. Don’t do things like this. It’s going to ruin our trust.”

My daughter smiled and took my bag from me.

“Come,” she said. “I’ll make you some tea with the new kettle. I’ll return everything else tomorrow. And the money is all yours.”

A fancy kettle on a countertop | Source: Midjourney

A fancy kettle on a countertop | Source: Midjourney

What would you have done?

We Adopted a 3-Year-Old Boy – When My Husband Went to Bathe Him for the First Time, He Shouted, ‘We Must Return Him!’

After years of infertility, we adopted Sam, a sweet 3-year-old with ocean-blue eyes. But when my husband went to bathe Sam, he ran out, yelling, “We must return him!” His panic made no sense until I spotted the distinctive marking on Sam’s foot.

I never expected that bringing home our adopted son would unravel the fabric of my marriage. But looking back now, I realize that some gifts come wrapped in heartache, and sometimes the universe has a twisted sense of timing.

A thoughtful woman | Source: Midjourney

A thoughtful woman | Source: Midjourney

“Are you nervous?” I asked Mark as we drove to the agency.

My hands fidgeted with the tiny blue sweater I’d bought for Sam, our soon-to-be son. The fabric was impossibly soft against my fingers, and I imagined his small shoulders filling it out.

“Me? Nah,” Mark replied, but his knuckles were white against the steering wheel. “Just ready to get this show on the road. Traffic’s making me antsy.”

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A man driving a car | Source: Pexels

He drummed his fingers on the dash, a nervous tick I’d noticed more frequently lately.

“You’ve checked the car seat three times,” he added with a forced chuckle. “Pretty sure you’re the nervous one.”

“Of course I am!” I smoothed the sweater again. “We’ve waited so long for this.”

The adoption process had been grueling, mostly handled by me while Mark focused on his expanding business.

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A woman staring thoughtfully out a car window | Source: Midjourney

The endless paperwork, home studies, and interviews had consumed my life for months as I searched agency lists for a child. We’d initially planned to adopt an infant, but the waiting lists stretched endlessly, so I started expanding our options.

That’s how I found Sam’s photo — a three-year-old boy with eyes like summer skies and a smile that could melt glaciers.

His mother had abandoned him, and something in those eyes spoke directly to my heart. Maybe it was the hint of sadness behind his smile, or perhaps it was fate.

A little boy with striking blue eyes | Source: Midjourney

A little boy with striking blue eyes | Source: Midjourney

“Look at this little guy,” I said to Mark one evening, showing him the photo on my tablet. The blue glow illuminated his face as he studied it.

He’d smiled so softly I knew he wanted this boy as much as I did. “He looks like a great kid. Those eyes are something else.”

“But could we handle a toddler?”

“Of course we can! No matter how old the kid is, I know you’ll be a great mom.” He squeezed my shoulder as I stared at the picture.

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A woman staring at her tablet | Source: Midjourney

We completed the application process and, after what seemed like forever, we went to the agency to bring Sam home. The social worker, Ms. Chen, led us to a small playroom where Sam sat building a tower of blocks.

“Sam,” she said softly, “remember the nice couple we talked about? They’re here.”

I kneeled beside him, my heart thundering. “Hi, Sam. I love your tower. May I help?”

He studied me for a long moment, nodded, and handed me a red block. That simple gesture felt like the beginning of everything.

A child playing with toy blocks | Source: Midjourney

A child playing with toy blocks | Source: Midjourney

The drive home was quiet. Sam clutched a stuffed elephant we’d brought him, occasionally making small trumpet sounds that made Mark chuckle. I kept glancing back at him in his car seat, hardly believing he was real.

At home, I started unpacking Sam’s few belongings. His small duffle seemed impossibly light for containing a child’s whole world.

“I can give him his bath,” Mark offered, from the door. “Give you a chance to set up his room exactly how you want it.”

A man standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney

A man standing in a doorway | Source: Midjourney

“Great idea!” I beamed, thinking how wonderful it was that Mark wanted to bond right away. “Don’t forget the bath toys I picked up for him.”

They disappeared down the hall, and I hummed as I arranged Sam’s clothes in his new dresser. Each tiny sock and T-shirt made this feel more real. The peace lasted exactly forty-seven seconds.

“WE MUST RETURN HIM!”

Mark’s shout hit me like a physical blow.

A woman looking over her shoulder | Source: Midjourney

A woman looking over her shoulder | Source: Midjourney

He burst from the bathroom as I raced into the hall. Mark’s face was ghost-white.

“What do you mean, return him?” I struggled to keep my voice steady, gripping the doorframe. “We just adopted him! He’s not a sweater from Target!”

Mark paced the hallway, running his hands through his hair, his breathing ragged. “I just realized… I can’t do this. I can’t treat him like my own. This was a mistake.”

“Why would you say that?” My voice cracked like thin ice.

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A confused woman | Source: Midjourney

“You were excited just hours ago! You were making elephant noises with him in the car!”

“I don’t know; it just hit me. I can’t bond with him.” He wouldn’t meet my eyes, staring instead at a point somewhere over my shoulder. His hands trembled.

“You’re being heartless!” I snapped, pushing past him into the bathroom.

Sam sat in the tub looking small and confused, and still wearing everything but his socks and shoes. He held his elephant clutched tight against his chest.

A boy holding a stuffed elephant | Source: Midjourney

A boy holding a stuffed elephant | Source: Midjourney

“Hey, buddy,” I said, forcing cheerfulness into my voice while my world crumbled. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay? Would Mr. Elephant like a bath too?”

Sam shook his head. “He’s scared of water.”

“That’s okay. He can watch from here.” I set the toy safely on the counter. “Arms up!”

As I helped Sam undress, I noticed something that stopped my heart.

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A stunned woman | Source: Midjourney

Sam had a distinctive birthmark on his left foot. I’d seen that exact mark before, on Mark’s foot, during countless summer days by the pool. The same unique curve, the same placement.

My hands trembled as I bathed Sam, and my mind raced.

“You’ve got magic bubbles,” Sam said, poking at the foam I’d barely registered adding to the water.

“They’re extra special bubbles,” I muttered, watching him play. His smile, which had seemed so uniquely his own, now held echoes of my husband’s.

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A bubble bath | Source: Pexels

That night, after tucking Sam into his new bed, I confronted Mark in our bedroom. The distance between us on the king-size mattress felt infinite.

“The birthmark on his foot is identical to yours.”

Mark froze in the act of removing his watch, then forced a laugh that sounded like breaking glass. “Pure coincidence. Lots of people have birthmarks.”

“I want you to take a DNA test.”

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A woman with her arms crossed | Source: Midjourney

“Don’t be ridiculous,” he snapped, turning away. “You’re letting your imagination run wild. It’s been a stressful day.”

But his reaction told me everything. The next day, while Mark was at work, I took a few strands of hair from his brush and sent them for testing, along with a swab I took from Sam’s cheek during tooth-brushing time. I told him we were checking for cavities.

The wait was excruciating. Mark grew increasingly distant, spending more time at the office. Meanwhile, Sam and I grew closer.

A woman playing with a child | Source: Midjourney

A woman playing with a child | Source: Midjourney

He started calling me “Mama” within days, and each time he did, my heart swelled with love even as it ached with uncertainty.

We developed a routine of morning pancakes, bedtime stories, and afternoon walks to the park where he’d collect “treasure” (leaves and interesting rocks) for his windowsill.

When the results arrived two weeks later, they confirmed what I’d suspected. Mark was Sam’s biological father. I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the paper until the words blurred, hearing Sam’s laughter float in from the backyard where he played with his new bubble wand.

A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

A shocked woman | Source: Midjourney

“It was one night,” Mark finally confessed when I confronted him with the results. “I was drunk, at a conference. I never knew… I never thought…” He reached for me, his face crumpling. “Please, we can work this out. I’ll do better.”

I stepped back, my voice ice-cold. “You knew the moment you saw that birthmark. That’s why you panicked.”

“I’m sorry,” he whispered, sinking into a kitchen chair. “When I saw him in the bath, it all came rushing back. That woman… I never got her name. I was ashamed, I tried to forget…”

An emotional man | Source: Midjourney

An emotional man | Source: Midjourney

“An accident four years ago, while I was going through fertility treatments? Crying every month when they failed?” Each question felt like glass in my throat.

The next morning, I visited a lawyer, a sharp-eyed woman named Janet who listened without judgment. She confirmed what I hoped — being Sam’s legal adoptive mother gave me parental rights. Mark’s previously unknown paternity didn’t automatically grant him custody.

“I’m filing for divorce,” I told Mark that evening after Sam was asleep. “And I’m seeking full custody of Sam.”

A determined woman | Source: Midjourney

A determined woman | Source: Midjourney

“Amanda, please—”

“His mother already abandoned him and you were ready to do the same,” I cut in. “I won’t let that happen.”

His face crumpled. “I love you.”

“Not enough to come clean. It seems to me that you loved yourself more.”

Mark didn’t fight it, so the divorce proceedings were quick. Sam adjusted better than I expected, though sometimes he asked why Daddy didn’t live with us anymore.

A boy in his bed | Source: Midjourney

A boy in his bed | Source: Midjourney

“Sometimes grown-ups make mistakes,” I’d tell him, stroking his hair. “But it doesn’t mean they don’t love you.” It was the kindest truth I could offer.

Years have passed since then, and Sam’s grown into a remarkable young man. Mark sends birthday cards and occasional emails but keeps his distance — his choice, not mine.

People sometimes ask if I regret not walking away when I discovered the truth. I always shake my head.

A woman hugging her son | Source: Midjourney

A woman hugging her son | Source: Midjourney

Sam wasn’t just an adopted child anymore; he was my son, biology, and betrayal be damned. Love isn’t always simple, but it’s always a choice. I vowed never to give him up, except to his future fiancée, of course.

Here’s another story: Despite being a struggling single mom, I had to help the elderly woman I found out in the cold on Christmas Eve. I never imagined that my simple act of kindness would lead to a mysterious luxury SUV at my door — or heal my broken heart.

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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