I Refused to Watch Her Kids on a 10-Hour Flight — Her Boarding Gate Breakdown Was All the Payback I Needed

Chapter 1: Assigned Without Consent
The ping of my phone startled me, breaking the peaceful silence of a lazy Sunday morning. I was sipping coffee, still in pajamas, scrolling through home décor ideas when my sister’s name flashed on the screen. No greeting. No emojis. Just:

“Hey, just a heads-up — you’re watching the kids on the flight.”

I blinked.

Wait. What?

I stared at the message like it was written in ancient Greek

I called her immediately.

“Excuse me?” I asked as soon as she picked up.

She let out a breathy sigh, like I w