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

soft pajamas with fraying cuffs, socks that never seemed to stay paired for long.

I balanced a stack of folded shirts on my knees and glanced at the screen.

Harper.

Of course.

I sighed, the kind of long, tired exhale that felt too old for my twenty-four years, and pinched the bridge of my nose. For a moment I considered letting it ring out. Let it go continue reading …