When my brother asked if his sons, Tyler and Jaden, could stay with me for two weeks, I had a feeling I was in for some chaos. But I never anticipated just how deeply entitled they had become. He and his wife were heading off on yet another luxury vacation—this time to the Maldives—and they needed someone to watch the boys. I hesitated for a moment, knowing how different their lifestyle was from ours, but eventually agreed, wanting to help.
From the moment they arrived, it was clear this would be no ordinary visit. They stepped out of the car with sleek, designer luggage and immediately wrinkled their noses at our modest home. It wasn’t long before the snide comments started flowing. My homemade spaghetti—something Adrian and I always loved—was met with exaggerated gags and remarks about how it “smelled poor.” They even laughed at the way Adrian’s laptop looked, saying it belonged in a museum.
Each day brought a new round of insults. They complained about the temperature in the house, saying the air conditioning “felt cheap.” The TV wasn’t big enough, the guest beds weren’t soft enough, the cereal wasn’t the right brand. I did my best to stay calm and maintain a peaceful environment, reminding myself constantly that it was only two weeks. But I was biting my tongue more than I care to admit.
What bothered me most wasn’t just the snobbery—it was the way they treated my son. Adrian, sweet and patient as always, tried to include them in his games, offered to help with homework, even tried to share his favorite snacks. But they acted like he wasn’t worth their time. They looked down on him simply because he didn’t wear expensive sneakers or carry a brand-new phone. It stung to watch, ….
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