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

The next morning, my doorbell rang at 5:38 a.m.

My nephews greeted me at the door in their pajamas, clutching the same stuffed dinosaurs.

And my sister’s car was pulling away.

“This is just for today,” Daphna called out. “Promise!”

She repeated this the next day. And the day after that.

By the second week, I’d stopped being surprised.

I just started setting my alarm earlier, keeping extra milk in the fridge, and moving my morning meetings to 10 instead of nine.

My routine became their routine. I’d make toast with peanut butter, hunt for matching socks in the bag Daphna tossed on my porch, and try to get the kids settled with cartoons before my first video call.

My coffee went cold every single morning.

My work suffered. I was joining client meetings late, apologizing for background noise, trying to concentrate while two kids argued about who got the blue cup.

The thing is, I love my nephews. I really do.

Marcus with his endless dinosaur facts and Tyler with his sticky-handed hugs. But loving them and being their unpaid, unscheduled babysitter every single day are two completely different things.

I was exhausted.

My eyes had permanent dark circles. I’d gained weight from stress-eating because I never had time for proper meals anymore. My apartment looked like a tornado had hit it.

Toys scattered everywhere, juice stains on my couch, Goldfish crackers ground into my carpet. God, it was such a mess.

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