When I Refused To Babysit My Sister’s Child My Parents Turned Against Me But They Forgot Whose Name Was On The House

Neon buzzed above me, the clock on the wall ticking just loud enough to annoy when the room grew quiet between rushes.

“Table three needs refills,” Tasha called, sliding past me with a tray balanced on one hand. “And the old guy at the counter is asking if you made that pie again.”

I shot her a tired grin. “He ask about the pie or about me?”

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