Meu irmão anunciou o #5 filho, e meus pais decidiram, sem me consultar, que eu cuidaria das crianças

My brother announced his fifth child, and my parents decided, without consulting me, that I would take care of the children. My name is Sophie Morgan, I am 31 years old. On the night my brother announced he was going to be a father for the fifth time, no one looked at me first. All eyes were on him, as if he had achieved something extraordinary. My father gave him a proud pat on the back, and my mother wiped away tears, convinced that another grandchild was a blessing for the family. I remained near the living room, holding a paper plate, already knowing exactly what was coming next. In my family, any celebration ended up turning into another responsibility thrown on me. Then my mother turned around, smiled contentedly, and declared: “You will take care of the children.” It wasn’t a request. She didn’t ask if I could help or if we could talk. It was simply an order. I put the plate on the table and replied: “Absolutely not.” Silence filled the room so quickly that you could hear the ice clinking in a glass. My sister-in-law let out a short laugh and commented, “You don’t even have your own family. This is training for you.”