My sister introduced my 12 year old as a “STINKY NIECE” with cheap clothes and no future – Welcome

the mess.

“I don’t know what to tell you. It was already like this.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“I sat here all night. I didn’t see anything.”

I stared at her.

“Where’s Noah?”

“Asleep.”

“Did he have friends over?”

She shook her head.

“No.”

My anger rose instantly.

“Then how did enough trash for forty people end up inside my house?”

“I don’t know.”

Her voice was calm.

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