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

I could not afford to lose my job. Not now. Not with two unemployed daughters and a little son under my roof and a mortgage to pay.

I hung up and looked at Kyra and Mattie, who were both in the living room.

Kyra was scrolling on her phone while Mattie was reading a book.

“I need you two to watch Jacob for a couple of hours,” I said. “He is sick. He threw up this morning.

He just needs someone to check on him and make sure he is okay. Can you do that?”

Kyra glanced up. “Yeah, sure.

No problem.”

“I will be back as soon as I can,” I said, grabbing my purse. I knelt beside Jacob. “Hey, buddy.

I have to run to work real quick, but Kyra and Mattie are going to stay with you, okay?”

He nodded weakly. “Okay, Mom.”

“If you need anything, just call for them. They will be right here.”

I kissed his forehead and left, my stomach churning with guilt.

I trusted my daughters. I should have known better. An hour later, my phone buzzed with a text from Jacob:

“Mom, can you come home, please?”

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