I Became the Legal Guardian of My Five Sisters—and Protected Our Home When Our Dad Came Back

My youngest sister had just turned one when our dad called a “family talk” at the kitchen table and said he’d met someone.

He said it like it was nothing—like he was mentioning a new route to work, not rewriting our entire future.

My mom stared at him for a long, quiet moment. “What does that mean?” she asked.

He shrugged. “I’m not saying I won’t help.”