I Asked My Daughters to Watch Their Little Brother for 2 Hours – An Hour Later He Begged Me to Come Home

“We are sorry, okay?” Kyra snapped. “We did not mean to miss him. It was an accident.”

I wanted to believe them.

God, I wanted to. But something in their casual and dismissive voices felt wrong.

“Did he text you?” I asked.

They exchanged a glance. “No,” Kyra said.

“Show me your phones.”

“Mom, come on,” Mattie said, rolling her eyes.

“Show me your damn phones,” I demanded.

Reluctantly, they handed them over.

I opened Kyra’s messages first. There it was. A text from Jacob, sent 20 minutes before I left my office: “Kyra I threw up.

Can you please help me?”

The message was read. But there was no response.

I opened Mattie’s phone. Same thing: “Mattie, I need help.

I am scared.”

Read. No response.

I looked up at them, my hands trembling. “You read his messages.

You knew he needed help. And you did NOTHING.”

“Mom, we were busy,” Kyra started.

“Busy? He is seven years old.

He was sick and scared and crying for you… and you ignored him. You let him suffer.”

“You are being dramatic,” Mattie said.

“Am I?

Because from where I’m standing, you deliberately ignored your little brother when he needed you most. And do you know why? Because you hate his father.

Because you cannot let go of your resentment long enough to show basic human decency to a child.”

“That’s not fair,” Kyra retorted, her voice breaking.

“What’s not fair is that Jacob lost his father five months ago and instead of having sisters who support him, he has you two. You’re pathetic. Both of you.”

Mattie’s face twisted.Continue reading…