When my brother asked me to watch his two sons while he and his wife went on vacation, I agreed—even though I had a feeling it wouldn’t be easy.
From the start, they looked down on my home, my son Adrian, even our food. For two weeks, I held my tongue, reminding myself it was temporary.
The real test came at the airport. They refused to wear seatbelts. I pulled over, explained the rules, and waited. An hour later, they gave in—but we missed their flight.
Their father was furious. I told him calmly:
“I won’t bend rules for kids who refuse to respect safety.”
Adrian later showed me a message: “You’re over the top.” I just smiled. Sometimes the world doesn’t bend for privilege.