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

“I’m serious,” I interrupted.

“I need advance notice.”

She looked up, surprised. “Amy, it’s not like you have anywhere to be. You work from home.”

There it was.

The assumption that working from home meant I was just sitting around in my pajamas watching Netflix all day, waiting for something to do.

“I have meetings and deadlines… and a job.”

She waved her hand dismissively. “I know, I know. But it’s flexible, right?

That’s the whole point of working from home.”

The following week, I sent her a text on Tuesday morning: “Can’t watch the boys today. I have a big client presentation at nine.”

At 5:35 a.m. the next morning, my doorbell rang.

I didn’t even get out of bed.

I just texted her: “Daphna, I told you I can’t today.”

My phone buzzed with a reply: “Quick favor. Promise it’s the last time. PLEASE.

I’ll make it up to you.”

It was never the last time.

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