
My Sister Borrowed My New Car for a Day, What She Did to It Was Unforgivable
I’ve always been the “responsible one” in my family, saving every penny while others leaned on luck. Buying Rosie, my cherry-red car, was the first real gift I ever gave myself—a symbol of independence and years of sacrifice. She wasn’t just a car; she was proof that responsibility could shine. Then my sister Melissa, reckless…