My children used me as a free babysitter when I retired…one day I closed the door on them and left.

But that morning, Javier still arrived.
“Your sister can’t make it, and I have an important meeting. It’ll only take a moment, Mom. Just take them with you,” he said, placing the baby in my arms before rushing away.

I had to cancel my appointment because I couldn’t manage two small children in a waiting room full of sick people. That day, I cried out of frustration. My health wasn’t important. Their convenience was.

One Friday, they promised to pick up the children at six in the evening.

Eight came.

Then ten.