I’d booked my spring break for months… my sister still casually assigned me babysitting… my dad slammed me with “selfish!”… I didn’t argue—I grabbed my bag and walked out… the next morning they showed up at my door with the kids like always—except this time, all they found was an envelope slipped under the door… My name is Erica Lawson. I’m 32, I live alone in San Diego, and my family has a talent for treating my calendar like it’s theirs. Spring break wasn’t a whim. It was months of planning—fl

My Sister Knew I Had Spring Break Plans—So She Still Tried to Put Babysitting on My Schedule My name is Erica Lawson. I’m 32, I live in a one-bedroom near the airport in San Diego, and for months I’d been counting down to one simple thing: a spring break trip I actually earned. Not a “maybe.” Not a “we’ll see.” Flights booked. Vacation days approved. A little list on my fridge with chargers, sunscreen, and the kind of freedom you start to miss when your weekends keep disappearing. My sister, Den