My Sister Kept Dumping Her Kids on Me Before Dawn Without Asking Because I’m Single – I Decided to Teach Her the Ultimate Lesson

“This is heartless!” She grabbed her purse, her movements jerky and furious. “I can’t believe you’d do this to me!”

“Do what? Ask to be compensated for my time?

Request basic respect?”

She stomped toward the door. “You’ll regret this!”

I raised my mug. “Add it to the invoice.”

The door slammed so hard my windows rattled.

Silence filled the house.

Sweet, peaceful silence.

Then, from outside, a scream: “WHAT THE HELL HAVE YOU DONE?!”

I walked to the window.

In my driveway, under the porch light, sat Daphna’s white SUV. Only it wasn’t exactly white anymore. Red, blue, green, and orange crayon streaks covered the hood, the doors, the windows.

Abstract art, courtesy of Marcus and Tyler.

The boys stood beside the car, giggling.

“Auntie said she likes color!” Marcus shouted proudly.

I took a slow sip of my tea and smiled.

The universe has a sense of humor. Sometimes karma shows up in the form of washable crayons on a white SUV that’ll take hours to clean. And sometimes, teaching someone about boundaries requires letting natural consequences do the talking.

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