My phone rang before we even made it back to the car. My brother’s name flashed on the screen, and I knew he’d gotten the alert about the missed flight.
“This is your fault!” he exploded the second I answered. “You should’ve just driven them!”
That’s when two weeks of biting my tongue finally paid off. I let the truth land like a slap across his face.
“Oh, am I supposed to break the law because your kids think they’re above it? Maybe if you’d taught them basic respect and safety rules instead of entitlement and arrogance, we wouldn’t be having this conversation.”
He hung up. Just like that. Click.
The next day, Adrian showed me a message Tyler had sent him: “Your mom’s insane.”
I just laughed.
Nah, honey. I’m not insane. I’m just not your personal servant. There’s a difference, and it’s about time someone taught you what it looks like.
I don’t regret a single minute of that standoff. Not the missed flight, not the angry phone calls, not even the family drama that followed.
Entitled little princes need to learn that the real world has rules. And those rules apply to everyone — even them.
