Being our sisters’ keepers

“I help out because there comes a time when we all need help and I am just doing my part even though I must tell you it is very hard, but I try,” she said almost breathlessly.

As I was having a telephone conversation with this sister, I heard what sounded like a toddler throwing tantrum in the background. She took time off to calm the child. I could not help but ask what was going on because I knew her children were much older.

The ensuing discussion saw me developing mad respect for this sister and had me also feeling a little guilty.

I enquired if the child in the background was a relative.