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

calm.

I wanted to yell.

Instead, I told her to go home.

Chloe picked up her jacket and stopped near the door.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what exactly?”

She looked at me for a moment.

“For tonight.”

Then she walked out.

That answer stayed with me.

I checked Mia first.

She was fine.

No injuries.

No sign she had been scared.

I carried her upstairs and tucked her into bed.

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