One day, I packed it all in her lunchbox. She was horrified. A turning point came soon after. Kayla quietly cleaned the living room, washed dishes, and asked if she could request pancakes “nicely” next time. I smiled and said, “That’s all I ever wanted.”
Now? We’re not best friends, but we respect each other. We even made pancakes together last Sunday. Sometimes, the only way to earn respect is to stop cleaning up someone else’s mess—and let them see it for themselves. If this hit home, share it. Respect isn’t given—it’s earned.
