My Aunt Wanted Custody of My Brother—But I Knew Her True Motives

straight to me, his face blotchy and streaked with tears.

“She said if I don’t call her Mommy, I won’t get dessert,” he whispered, clutching my hoodie like it was the only thing keeping him steady.

I knelt down and gently brushed his hair back.

“You never have to call anyone Mommy but Mom,” I told him.

He nodded, but his lip trembled.

Later that night, continue reading …