My Sister Kept Jokingly Calling My Husband Her ‘Backup Option’ – Until He Finally Put Her in Her Place at a Family Dinner

At five, she stood and picked up her bag.

“I should head home.”

That word told me more than another apology could have.

The words surprised both of us.

Home.

Her home.

Not mine.

That word told me more than another apology could have.

She hugged me.

I walked her to the door.

She hugged me.

“Thank you for not giving up on me.”

I hugged her back.

“But you still have to knock.”

“I didn’t.”

Then I opened the door.

“But you still have to knock.”