Beau
For minutes I sat back with her daughter in my lap stewing in my anger. Her selfishness had repeatedly cost me important things.
I paid for my first car and its insurance because she couldn’t afford her rent. Mind you, my sister’s first vehicle came off a lot and was shiny red. Only the best for her.
My entire eighth-grade summer was spent babysitting three kids, so I could buy new clothes at the start of the school year because once again, she needed something. That time it was the latest model of laptop and phone with the promise of going to college.
Gloria never went, but they gave in.
And now, here we were, celebrating her daughter’s birthday while she was sneaking off here and there with Ivan.
Enough was enough.