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 terribly wrong. My daughter wasn’t one to cry easily, but the sight of her pale, tear-streaked face made my heart ache. She stumbled through the door, her chest heaving with ragged breaths, and I rushed to her side. “Lucy?” I asked, gently placing my hands on her shoulders. “What happened?” She shook her head, trying to compose herself, but her trembling hands and the look in her eyes told me she was barely holding it together.