bib big enough for a toddler. âPlastic is partially responsible for destroying our environment.â No, she wasnât an environmental activist to the point sheâd use cloth diapers, but she limited her use of plastic when possible.
âIt will keep his clothes dry when he starts teething. It was on sale,â Kira said. âI couldnât resist.â She held up a book on parenting. âWhen youâre done, Iâll take it.â
Krissy noted the colorful strips of paper sticking out from between the pages where Kira no doubt highlighted whole sections of outdated parenting techniques. âI will raise J.J. the way I think he should be raised, not according to rules in a book that canât possibly take into consideration the unique needs of each individual child.â
This interference had to stop. The time had come for Krissy to take a stand. For days sheâd been trying to figure out how to broach the topic in a way that wouldnât make her seem ungrateful. They were finally on good terms and Krissy didnât want to ruin that by starting an argument. But she didnât have room for all the stuff Kira had been bringing over. She preferred to do her own grocery shopping, hated wasting the food Kira brought for her. And she would raise her son the way she darn well pleased.
âJust give it a quick browse,â Kira said. âAt least the chapters on teething, toilet training, and discipline. Maybe youâll learn something helpful.â
Settling on the straightforward approach, Krissy started an open and honest conversation, hoping for the best. âYou want to know why I decided to follow you and make a home for myself in White Plains?â At least for now.
Kira stopped what she was doing and looked up.
âTo be more of a help with Mom,â Krissy explained. A responsibility sheâd neglected, leaving the burden on Kira for way too many years. âTo be close to my only family when I gave birth to J.J. in case something horrible happened and I didnât survive, so he wouldnât be all alone. And while I appreciate every single thing you have done for me since I had J.J., I did not come here because I need you to take care of me.â
âFine.â Kira started collecting the plastic bags strewn on the floor. âI wonâtââ
âStop.â
Kira didnât stop. âIf you donât want my help,â she balled up the bags and shoved them under the kitchen sink, âthen I wonât help.â
Krissy had hurt her sisterâs feelings. The very last thing sheâd wanted to do. âYouâre wonderful,â Krissy told her, because she was.
Kira stopped.
âThe most wonderful sister in the world.â If not for Kiraâs fierce determination and willingness to go against the recommendations of several social workers, when sheâd been only eighteen, Krissy could have been forced into foster care after their motherâs severe brain injury. But Kira had held their little family together. Krissy still didnât know where sheâd found the courage and stamina to do it. âBut this is starting to feel like Murray all over again, and I have no intention of giving you J.J.â
âMurray? My cat?â
â My cat,â Krissy clarified. âOr at least thatâs how heâd started out.â Krissy sat down at the table and motioned for Kira to do the same. When she did, Krissy went on, âUntil you decided he should have canned food instead of dry food and he should be allowed to sleep in a bed even though I didnât want him sleeping in my bed. Until you decided I didnât buy him the right kind of toys or scoop his litter often enough or brush him often enough and you took over all of his care. Then, when weâd get into a fight, youâd bring up Murray and accuse me of being irresponsible. Well Iâm not irresponsible. I just have my own way of doing
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