When I entrusted my kids to my sister’s care, I even offered to pay her double—hoping the thicker paycheck would guarantee responsible care. What I got instead was a mess of chaos. I returned to find the pool turned into a muddy swamp—kids splashing through soggy debris while my sister blamed “nature’s surprise.”
That was the last straw. I demanded a cleanup and respectful care. She only rolled her eyes. So, I called her out: I offered transparency—she’d babysit and clean that mess, or the extra pay wouldn’t be coming.
Long story short, she scrubbed, tidied, and reconciled—but I learned something powerful. There are moments when money alone won’t fix entitlement. Sometimes, respect must be earned—not paid for.
