Neighbor Asked My Daughter to Babysit for a Week, Then Refused to Pay, I Was Furious And Taught Her a Lesson
When Lucy came home crying after a week of babysitting, I knew something was very wrong. My daughter hardly ever cried, so seeing her pale, tear-streaked face broke my heart. She stumbled through the door, gasping for breath, and I rushed to her side. “Lucy?” I asked, gently placing my hands on her shoulders. “What happened?” She shook her head, trying to pull herself together, but her trembling hands and the look in her eyes told me she was barely holding it together. I guided her to the couch, sitting