My Sister Dropped Her Kids On My Doorstep For The Tenth Weekend In A Row

and Sadie on my rug. Ethan was six and missing one sock. Sadie was four and peeling the paper label off one of my crayons because she did that every single time she came over.

“Hi, Mom.”

“Don’t ‘hi, Mom’ me. Your sister is beside herself.”

That almost made me laugh.

Melissa was always beside herself. She lived there.

I lowered my voice. “She called the continue reading …