I Was Always the Babysitter—Until a Flight to Rome Changed Everything
Over the years, I’ve done it all: calmed crying toddlers at weddings, wrangled kids at restaurants, and even changed diapers on the side of a highway. But when my sister assumed I’d babysit her children for a 10-hour flight to Rome—without even asking—I finally drew the line.
It started with a phone call. No greeting, just:
“You’re watching the kids on the plane.”
She didn’t ask. She told me. Then added, “You don’t have kids, and I need time with James. This trip matters more to me.” Then she hung up.
My sister has leaned on me heavily since her divorce, often without acknowledgment. We were all flying together thanks to our parents, but she clearly expected me to spend the flight chasing her toddler and soothing her infant—so she could relax with her new boyfriend.
Not this time.
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