At Thanksgiving, My Mom And Sister Planned To Trap Me Into Babysitting—So On November 26, I Ruined

At Thanksgiving, My Mom And Sister Planned To Trap Me Into Babysitting—So On November 26, I Ruined My name is Dena Vance. I am 33 years old.It is 2:41 on Thanksgiving afternoon, and I am standing in the kitchen of my lake house with a cold glass of water in my hand, watching the condensation run down my palm while my phone buzzes against the granite for the fourth time. The screen says Mom. In the next room, twenty-two people are laughing over the clink of serving spoons, and not one of them is a child I have been assigned to watch.I let it buzz a fifth time.Three days ago, in a hallway in Lake Oswego, I heard my mother say, in the pleasant voice she uses for church directories, "The minute she arrives, all the children are her problem." My sister laughed so hard she had to set down her coffee.I stood very still. Then I walked back out the front door and sat in my car for eleven minutes without starting the engine.Before I tell you what I did with those eleven minutes, I want to ask you something. Where are you watching from right now, and what time is it where you are? Drop it in the comments. I want to see how far this story travels, because I have a feeling a lot of you have been handed somebody else's children at somebody else's holiday. Disclaimer: This story is a fictional work created solely for entertainment purposes. All characters, events, and situations are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to real individuals or actual events is entirely coincidental. This story is an original creation of our channel and is shared exclusively with our audience. © All rights to this content are owned and reserved by this channel. #revenge #familydrama #familyrevenge #revengestories #TruePayback