My Sister and Her Kids Moved In After Her Rough Breakup—I Went Pale When I Overheard Her Real Plan

And somehow, I ended up with bedtime stories, cereal bowls in the sink, and tiny socks mixed into my laundry. But the truth? That quiet life had never been full.

Not like this. I don’t know what the future holds. But I do know this: I’m not letting them feel abandoned again.

Mason helps me with tools now. Says he wants to build a go-kart. Lila draws me pictures every morning and tapes them to the fridge.

The house is loud, messy, chaotic. But it’s good. They’re good.

And I’ll do whatever it takes to keep them safe. They deserve better. And I’m here—for as long as they need me.