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

We were sitting on my front porch, iced tea sweating in our hands, when Daphna brought up her childcare situation.

“I’m so stressed about daycare,” she said, picking at the label on her glass. “They close randomly for training days, and I can’t keep missing work. My boss is already on my case.”

I pitied her.

Being a single mom couldn’t be easy.

“I could help out occasionally,” I offered. “When you’re really in a bind.”

Her face lit up. “Really?

Amy, that would be amazing. Just now and then when I’m stuck.”

“Occasionally,” I repeated, emphasizing the word. “Like emergency situations.”

“Of course!

Just emergencies.”

She reached over and squeezed my hand. “You’re the best sister ever. I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

I should’ve gotten that in writing.

The first time it happened was on a Tuesday in late August.

My alarm wasn’t supposed to go off for another hour when my doorbell rang at 5:40 a.m. I stumbled out of bed, my hair sticking up in 17 directions, and opened the door.

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