My sister lost her apartment after a messy divorce and moved in with us, bringing her twin daughters, both 16, with her. We knew she was going through a tough time, and my wife and I agreed to let her stay with us until she could get back on her feet.
It wasn’t easy, but we believed family should help each other when times are hard.
Things seemed to be going well initially. My nieces were a little moody and kept to themselves, but I chalked it up to being teenagers going through a rough patch. My wife, ever the generous and caring soul, went out of her way to make them feel welcome.
