When my mom poured her heart into painting the grand Donovan mansion, she never imagined the cruel betrayal waiting at the end of her hard work. But when Mr. Donovan refused to pay her, it set off a chain of events that would lead to an unforgettable night of karma and chaos.
My mom always said, “Hard work never goes unrewarded.” She believed in that with all her heart. As a painter, she poured her soul into every brushstroke. She wasn’t just doing a job—she was creating art. When she got hired to paint the Donovan mansion, it was like a dream come true.
A painter in her studio | Source: Midjourney
The Donovans were rich, everyone knew that. Mr. Donovan was a tall man, always dressed in expensive suits, with a kind of cold, calculating look in his eyes. But when my mom met him, he seemed nice enough. “I’m sure you’ll do a great job,” he’d said with a smile, shaking her hand. “I’ve heard good things about your work.”
Mom was thrilled. She spent days planning the colors, picking out the perfect shades to bring the old mansion to life. “This place needs a little warmth,” she’d say to me with a smile. And so, she got to work.
A stone mansion | Source: Midjourney
For three weeks, my mom worked on that mansion from morning until night. The job was bigger than anything she’d done before, but she didn’t complain. She was there before the sun came up and often stayed until it was dark, making sure every detail was perfect. She’d climb up and down the tall ladders, humming softly to herself as she worked.
She wasn’t alone in the mansion. There were other workers too — electricians, carpenters, even a couple of gardeners. Mom would smile and chat with them during her breaks. She’d bring extra sandwiches to share, and soon enough, everyone on the site knew her by name.
The workers eating | Source: Midjourney
They admired how hard she worked, and she loved how they made her feel like part of a team. It wasn’t just about painting; it was about doing something she was proud of, something people would remember.
Finally, the day came when the job was done. My mom and I stood back, admiring her work. The mansion...
