My sister's messages continued.
Some were angry.
Others sounded almost desperate.
She wanted me to restore her access to the credit card.
She wanted the old arrangements back.
She wanted everything to return to the way it had been before.
But I couldn't do that.
Not after everything.
I remembered the transaction history.
The purchases.
The late-night charges.
The times I had paid the balance while she continued spending.
I remembered my father defending her.
I remembered my mother's familiar response.
It was only money.
I had believed them for too long.
That afternoon, my mother called.
I watched the screen for several seconds.
Then I answered.
She asked whether I had spoken to my sister.
I told her I hadn't.
She sighed.
I knew that sound.
It usually meant she was preparing to explain why I needed to compromise.
I listened.
I didn't interrupt.
When she finished, I told her I wasn't changing the accounts.
She became quiet.
Then she said I was making things difficult for everyone.
I looked toward the living room.
My son's toys were scattered across the carpet.
My husband was helping him put them away.
I thought about how much time I had spent worrying about everyone else's comfort.
"Mom, I need you to understand that I have my own family."
She didn't answer immediately.
I continued.
"I can't keep paying for everyone."
She said she understood.
But I wasn't sure she did.
We ended the call shortly afterward.
I put my phone away.
Then I went to help my son with his toys.
He handed me a small red car.
"Put this one here, Mom."
I placed it in the box.
He smiled.
It was such a small moment.
But it reminded me why I had made my decision.
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