My sister, now 33, is a single mom to three energetic kids, each with their own unique personality.
I love them dearly, and since she works long hours, I babysit them for free four times a week.
It’s exhausting but rewarding — especially seeing their little faces light up when I arrive.
Recently, though, something happened that left me shaken.
My 5-year-old nephew tugged at my sleeve, his big eyes filled with worry, and whispered,
“Auntie, I saw Mommy hiding your…” before stopping abruptly, as if afraid to continue.
