Eat This Trash Yourself: How My Sister Humiliated Me in Front of Everyone Over a Cake
Elodie had meticulously styled her hair, slipped into her loveliest dress, and after a light spritz of perfume, headed to her older sister Camilles birthday. She clutched a neatly wrapped box containing a cake, hoping it would be a pleasant surprise and ease their strained relationship. When she arrived on the fifth floor, Elodie knocked twice. The door opened, and Camilleglowing in a fresh robe with flawless curlscheered loudly:
Is that for me?! Its my birthdaydid you forget?
Of course its for you, Elodie replied calmly, handing over the box.
Camille examined the cake, lifted the lid, and peeked inside. Admiration quickly turned to suspicion on her face.
Did you bake it?
Yes, Elodie answered, a hint of uncertainty in her voice.
Are you sure? Camille furrowed her brow, turning the box over. Whats it made of?
Shall we discuss the recipe or join the guests? Elodie tried to dodge.
It was already too late. Camille sensed something was offand she had a reason. Three days earlier she had called her sister in tears:
I broke my nail and fought with Antoine. I dont want anything! Cancel the cake, cancel everything!
Elodie had taken the news philosophically and accepted an urgent order from a regular client. Yet that very afternoon Camille called again:
Were back on good terms! He gave me a gold bracelet! Ill be waiting at sevenoclockwith the cake!
You said youd canceled everything Elodie stammered.
Stop making excuses! Youre a pastry chef; prove it!
Elodie tried to explain that a cake couldnt be prepared in six hours, but Camille pressed on. She even phoned their mother, hoping for support:
Is it really that hard to please your own sister? she heard in return.
Realizing she was on her own, Elodie improvised: she bought an unsold cake from a littleknown baker also named Elodie (not her). It looked decent on the outside. The intention mattered, right? But Camille saw through the ruse instantly.
Elodie, come here! she shouted toward the kitchen.
A brunette with long hair appeared, and Elodie recognized her at once.
Is this your cake? Camille asked coldly.
Its mine. She sold it to me. So youre the legendary pastrychef sister? the other Elodie sneered.
Elodie froze. The guests fell silent. Camille, lips pressed together, ripped off the lid, stuck a finger into the frosting, and slammed it into her sisters face.
Eat this trash yourself! she spat. You didnt even bother to make something on your own. Get out, please!
She shoved Elodie out the door, then did the same to the other baker, who left cursing the whole household and making an obscene gesture.
Outside, Elodie wiped her face with wipes and opened her phone. Dozens of messages from her mother waited:
You disgrace the family! Betray your own sister! Are you ashamed?
She didnt reply; she simply turned the screen off in silence. Yet the drama wasnt over.
The next day, Camille posted on social media: Dont ever trust your sistershe brought me a cake bought elsewhere, pretending it was hers. What a shame.
Elodie cried all morning, then gathered herself. Not for them, but for herself. That day she swore she would never bake another cake for family again, nor make any goodwill gestures toward people who could crush you at any moment.
For the first time in ages she felt lighter. From now on, her life would contain only what is truly sweetno falsehoods, no hypocrisy, and no socalled family.
Clean Up This Mess Yourself: How My Sister Humiliated Me in Front of Everyone Over a Cake
