As Misha and Jerry sliced into the cake at their gender reveal party, expecting to see a telltale blue or pink sponge, they were shocked to find the cake was black inside. As they recovered from the surprise, they finally understood why Jerry’s mother, Nancy, had made such an odd choice—though the reason was even more absurd than they could have imagined.
This was supposed to be one of the happiest moments of our lives. After two years of trying, endless doctor visits, and more tears than I could count, we were finally pregnant. It felt like everything was falling into place, like the universe had finally decided to give us our happily ever after.
“This is it, Misha,” Jerry said to me the night before the party. “We’re finally going to complete our family.”
“I know,” I said, smiling. “I can’t wait for our little one to come and turn our world upside down.”
We wanted to make the gender reveal special, so we decided on a big party. We invited family from both sides, hired a bakery for the cake, and handed the ultrasound results to Jerry’s mom, Nancy. She was thrilled to be in charge.
“I’ve got everything under control, Misha,” Nancy promised. “I’ll take care of the cake and get a special gift for my grandbaby. I just know it’s going to be a girl—I’m ready to spoil her rotten!”
Nancy had been eager to be involved ever since we announced the pregnancy, so it felt good to let her handle the cake. I was grateful she felt included.
As my mom and I set up for the party, the house was transformed into a Pinterest-perfect setting—pink and blue balloons tied to every chair, platters of food arranged on the table, and a banner that read, “He or She? Let’s See!” It was everything I had ever dreamed of.
The final touch was the beautiful white cake at the center of the room, ready for the big reveal. Jerry’s whole family was there—his cousins, brother, aunt—filling the house with excitement and chatter.
When Nancy arrived, I noticed she was dressed all in black. It struck me as strange, but I didn’t think much of it. Maybe she thought black was slimming or elegant. Who knew?
As everyone gathered around the cake, the energy in the room buzzed with anticipation. Phones were out, cameras ready to capture the big moment.
Jerry put his arm around me. “Ready?” he whispered.
“Let’s do this,” I grinned.
The countdown began.
“Three… two… one!”
We cut into the cake, expecting to see pink or blue inside. But when we pulled out the first slice, the room went silent. The cake was pitch black.
Not a hint of pink. Not a touch of blue. Just black.
My heart sank. Was this some kind of joke? No one was laughing. Everyone stood frozen, unsure whether to keep recording or put their phones down.
I glanced at Jerry, who looked just as confused as I felt. Then my eyes landed on Nancy, standing off to the side. She was dressed head to toe in black—black dress, black scarf, black shoes—and now she looked like she was… crying?
“Nancy?” I called out, frowning.
She wiped her eyes with a tissue, her makeup smudging. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered. “I didn’t know what else to do.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, my voice rising. “Why would you order a black cake?”
Jerry stepped in, his confusion turning to frustration. “Mom, what’s going on?”
Nancy dabbed at her eyes, trembling. “It’s not about the cake. It’s what I was told… I couldn’t risk it.”
“What are you talking about?” Jerry asked, his patience wearing thin.
Nancy took a deep breath. “Ten years ago, I visited a fortune teller with my sister. She told me something terrifying—that if my first grandchild was a boy, it would destroy your family, Jerry. And I’d be struck with a terrible illness.”
The room gasped. Jerry’s jaw dropped. “You’ve believed that nonsense for ten years?”
Nancy nodded, wringing her hands. “I know it sounds crazy, but I couldn’t ignore it. She was famous in our town—everyone said her predictions were always right.”
I stared at her, stunned. “So you sabotaged our gender reveal because of a fortune teller?”
Nancy hung her head. “I thought if it was a boy, maybe the black cake would… stop the curse. I even put bay leaves in it, hoping it would change something.”
I pressed my fingers to my temple, trying to process the absurdity. I knew Nancy could be a bit eccentric, but this? This was beyond anything I’d imagined.
Jerry let out a sharp breath. “Mom, you let a con artist control your decisions for ten years?”
Nancy’s lip quivered as she crumbled under the weight of her fear. “I was terrified of losing you. I couldn’t bear the thought that something bad would happen to your family because of me.”
Before anyone could respond, Jerry’s cousin Megan, who had been scrolling through her phone, chimed in.
“Wait, was it J. Morris? That fortune teller?”
Elton John Says Michael Jackson Was A ‘Disturbing Person To Be Around’
Michael Jackson was once called a “disturbing person to be around” by Elton John.
Some musicians could only dream of having careers in music like John and Jackson’s, and occasionally their lives even overlapped.
The 77-year-old singer of “I’m Still Standing” made startling remarks about the King of Pop, who passed away in 2009 at the age of 50, in his 2019 biography “Me.”
John said that he had known Jackson “since he was 13 or 14” and that the singer was “the most adorable kid you could imagine” in an incredible clip that was obtained by Radar Online.
He says that when Jackson’s mental state deteriorated, especially in his later years, he started to retreat from reality, and that’s when things changed.
The vocalist of “Rocket Man” came to the conclusion that Jackson had “totally lost his marbles” by the 2000s.
John, meanwhile, is adamant that Jackson’s problems started far earlier.
John claimed that on a lunch date in the 1990s, he saw the pop legend looked unwell, covered in plaster and cosmetics. The singer was named Billy Jean.
John said, “The poor guy looked awful, really frail and ill.”
The “Rocket Man” singer claimed that when Jackson left the table “without a word,” the lunch took a bad turn.
According to People, he completed half of his four-year prison sentence.
Insinuating that Jackson was addicted to painkillers, John said, “What prescription drugs he was being pumped full of?”
According to John, Jackson was later discovered “quietly playing games” with her 11-year-old kid in the housekeeper’s cottage.
John enumerated his impressions of Jackson elsewhere in the narrative, asserting: “He
Despite having millions of admirers worldwide, Jackson’s legacy took a hit after accusations surfaced in the 2019 documentary Leaving Neverland.
The documentary, which was shot and produced by Dan Reed, centers on Wade Robson and James Safechuck, who claim that Jackson sexually molested them while they were kids.
The Jackson family discussed the claims that the “Thriller” singer sexually molested young children at his Neverland Ranch with Gayle King on CBS This Morning after the film Leaving Neverland was released.
Robson and Safechuck, according to the Jackson family, came forward asking for money.
Marlon Jackson, the brother of the singer, said: “I want people to know and understand that this documentary is not portraying the truth. Not a single piece of evidence has been found to support their account.
On June 25, 2009, Jackson passed away as a result of a deadly mix of prescription medications.
According to ABC News, the Los Angeles coroner’s office stated that the singer passed away from acute propofol intoxication, with the benzodiazepine effect being mentioned as a contributing factor.
Jackson’s mode of death was similarly determined by the coroner to be murder.
In 2011, Conrad Murray, Jackson’s personal physician, was found guilty of involuntary manslaughter.
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