My Stepfather Forced My Mom to Clean and Shovel Snow with a Broken Leg – So I Taught Him a Harsh Lesson!

My mom was inside, moving slowly across the kitchen floor. Her leg was in a cast. A full cast, the kind that made my stomach drop. And she was scrubbing the floor.

Not lightly. Not casually. She leaned on counters, dragged laundry like it weighed nothing, wobbling from room to room as if the pain were minor.

My blood ran cold.

I tried the doorknob. The door opened.

“Mom?” I asked, voice rising. “What happened?”

She turned, sweat glistening at her hairline, her face pale. She tried to smile. “Oh… honey. I slipped a few days ago. I broke my leg.”

My hands shook. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want to worry you,” she said.

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