Screenshots Exposed the Stew Credit Theft

I never thought a slow cooker would be the thing that fixed my family. I’m the oldest.

I moved out early, built my own life, which somehow translated to “doesn’t count anymore.” My sister

Emma still lives nearby and gets treated like the default star of the show.

One Sunday, my mum asked me to bring the main dish. I made a slow-cooked

beef stew. Eight hours, expensive ingredients, borrowed a cooker because mine broke.

When I arrived, Emma was already in the kitchen, stirring it. “Relax,” she said.

“I’m helping.” At dinner, my mum announced, “Emma made this amazing stew.”

I waited. No one corrected her. Later, my mum told me I