When my brother asked me to watch his two sons while he and his wife went on vacation, I agreed — even though something in me knew it wouldn’t be easy.From the moment they arrived, it was clear they weren’t used to a modest home like mine. They turned up with designer luggage, scoffed at homemade spaghetti, and compared everything in my house to the luxuries they had back home — from our fridge to my son Adrian’s gaming laptop.
