I Raised My Sister’s Kids for 15 Years—On My Birthday, She Demanded Their Gift Belonged to Her.

Home and rest

The children were exhausted but joyful as they returned home from the park, happily settling into their familiar positions. Sarah sat down with a hot cup of tea and smiled softly as she observed them. She surveyed the comfortable space that housed their memories while they relaxed. But when her phone buzzed on the neighboring table, her peaceful moment was cut short. Life pushed her attention, and there was no respite.

A message from the past

Sarah furrowed her brow at the unfamiliar number as she took up the ringing phone. Hip-hop music rang out from the twins’ room nearby. Aunt Sarah, who’s it from? Lily inquired from the sofa. Despite her interest being aroused, she responded, “Probably nothing important.” Her mind was racing with ideas after reading something unexpected in the message. She felt as though the past was still pulling at her, even more with every sudden touch.