My Sister’s ‘Generous’ Gift Made Me Lose Everything — The Secret behind the Couch She Gave Me Still Makes Me Sick

“Your gift is waiting downstairs. Come on, you’re gonna love it.” A Generous Gift with a Twist Intrigued, I followed her down to the sidewalk, where I saw it: a bright blue couch, sitting there in all its glory. “Fran! What on earth…?” I gaped, my eyes nearly popping out of my head. “Thought I’d get you something special for your new place.

Do you like it?” she asked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “It’s…wow, it’s extravagant. How did you afford this?” I couldn’t help but ask. Fran was notorious for her financial troubles, always struggling to make ends meet.“Oh, you know, I have my ways. Besides, you deserve it, big sis.” I hugged her, feeling a strange mix of gratitude and suspicion. Fran had always been a bit of a wild card, unpredictable and often irresponsible.

This was a very generous gift, especially coming from her. Yet tonight, I wanted to believe she had done something genuinely kind. The Nasty Surprise Rob and a few of my other male friends volunteered to carry the couch up to my apartment. They grunted and groaned, but eventually, it was settled in my living room, looking oddly perfect in its new home. The party carried on into the night, and eventually, everyone left, leaving me and Rob to admire the new couch. We decided to crash there, too tired to head home. I fell asleep easily, the joy of the day wrapping around me like a warm blanket. A few hours later, I was jolted awake by Rob shaking me. His face was pale, eyes wide with horror. “Dahlia, wake up! Your couch is full of bedbugs! You have to get rid of it!” “What are you talking about?” I whispered, still groggy. “Fran got it for me.