My Stepdaughters Hid My Daughter’s Passport So She Couldn’t Go On Vacation—I Wanted to Cancel It Entirely, but Karma Hit First
When I married my husband, Greg, I knew blending our families wouldn’t be easy. He had two teenage daughters from his previous marriage, and I had my 14-year-old daughter, Emma. I had always tried to treat my stepdaughters, Olivia and Sophie, as my own, but the relationship was rocky from the start. They resented Emma, thinking she was “stealing” their father’s attention.
Things finally hit a breaking point when we planned a family vacation to Italy. It was meant to be a fresh start—something to bring us all closer together. Emma was especially excited; she had been dreaming of visiting Rome since she was little. But just two days before our flight, disaster struck.
Emma’s passport disappeared.
We turned the house upside down, searching every possible place. She was in tears, convinced she had left it on her desk just the night before. I knew my daughter—she was responsible and organized. Something didn’t add up.
Then, I noticed Olivia and Sophie exchanging glances, smirking when they thought no one was watching. My gut told me they knew something.
“Do either of you know where Emma’s passport is?” I asked, keeping my voice steady.
They both shrugged. “Nope,” Olivia said, barely looking up from her phone.
That’s when I saw it—the tiniest flicker of guilt in Sophie’s eyes.
I took a deep breath. “Alright then. Since we can’t find the passport, I’ll have to cancel the trip. No one’s going.”
Their faces turned pale. “What?! No, that’s not fair!” Olivia protested.
“Oh, but it’s fair for Emma to miss out?” I shot back. “If she can’t go, none of us will.”
The panic in their eyes confirmed my suspicion. But before I could push further, karma decided to step in.
That evening, I overheard Sophie whispering to Olivia, “Maybe we should just put it back. If Dad finds out, we’re dead.”
Bingo.
The next morning, as I was doing laundry, I “accidentally” knocked over Olivia’s makeup bag—and there it was. Emma’s passport, hidden at the bottom.
I held it up and called Greg into the room. His face darkened as he realized what had happened.
When confronted, Olivia and Sophie broke down, admitting they had hidden the passport out of jealousy. “She always gets what she wants!” Olivia whined.
Greg didn’t hesitate. “You’re both grounded. No phones. No trip. Your actions have consequences.”
Emma and I went to Italy without them. And when we sent pictures from the Colosseum, the Trevi Fountain, and the beautiful streets of Florence, their regret was evident.
The best part? Emma had an amazing time, and I had no doubt Olivia and Sophie learned a harsh but necessary lesson. Karma had done its job.
