When my brother asked me to watch his two sons while he and his wife went on vacation, I agreed — even though I had a feeling it wouldn’t be easy. From the moment they arrived, their designer luggage and spoiled attitudes made it clear they weren’t used to a simple, modest home. They scoffed at homemade spaghetti, criticized my fridge, and even compared my son Adrian’s gaming laptop to the luxuries they had at home.
Adrian tried his best — offering cookies, games, and showing off his Lego collection — but they dismissed him every time. I kept my cool for two weeks, reminding myself it was only temporary. The real challenge? On the drive to the airport, they flat-out refused to wear seatbelts, insisting it wasn’t necessary.
