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

It was easier than telling him the truth, which was complicated and unfair. His sisters resented him for being born. They blamed William for destroying our family, even though my first marriage had ended long before William came into the picture.

To them, Jacob was a symbol of everything they had lost.

But he was just a kid. A sweet, sensitive boy who loved dinosaurs, asked too many questions, and still believed the world was good. He did not deserve their coldness.

“Maybe they will warm up,” I told myself.

“Maybe they just need time.”

I gave them time. Months of it. But nothing changed.

And two days ago, everything came crashing down.

Jacob woke up sick with a fever and waves of nausea that left him pale and shaky. I called him in sick to school and settled him on the couch with blankets piled around him and his favorite cartoons playing softly. He was miserable, but at least he was resting.

Then my phone rang.

It was a work emergency. A client was furious about a delayed shipment and was threatening to pull their contract. My boss needed me to come in immediately and smooth things over.

“I cannot leave Jacob,” I said, glancing at my son, who was curled up under his blanket, pale and sweaty.

“Sandra, this client represents 30 percent of our revenue. If we lose them, we are looking at layoffs. I need you here.”

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