Ever since my parents passed away, I’ve been my younger sister’s main support. Lizzie, the sole survivor of the accident, means the world to me. I took a leave from college to care for her, and eventually adopted her. Despite the setbacks, Lizzie has grown into a remarkable young woman.

I met Lora two years ago. We bonded over shared experiences, as she also cared for her brother, Brandon. When Lora lost her job, I helped with her financial burdens, even paying Brandon’s college fees.

Recently, Lizzie struggled with her weight, and Lora gave advice, though I refused her suggestion to limit Lizzie’s food. Lora seemed understanding, but I was wrong.

During a video call with Lora and Brandon, they didn’t realize I could still hear them. Their cruel comments about Lizzie left me stunned. “Why didn’t he put her up for adoption?” Lora said, planning to leave me once Brandon’s education was funded.

I calmly confronted them, “Oh, really, hon?” Their shock was palpable. I ended the call and canceled Brandon’s college payments.

I cut all ties with Lora, ignoring her apologetic messages. I felt foolish for spending my money on such parasitic people. Lizzie, however, still had her inheritance and a bright future. I haven’t looked back on the breakup and am grateful I discovered the truth before sponsoring Brandon’s entire education. Lizzie and I will move forward, stronger than ever.