My Sister Left Her Disabled Child Behind — Ten Years Later, She Returned Expecting to Take Him Back

No hesitation.

Her face looked tight and annoyed, like someone who had just finished an argument she was tired of having and had decided she was done explaining herself.

Before I could even ask what was wrong, she placed Evan directly into my arms.

“I met someone,” she said flatly. “He doesn’t want kids.”

For a moment, my mind could not catch up with her words.

“I’m sorry… what?” I asked.

She rolled her eyes. “I deserve a better life. I’m still young. I can’t be trapped like this forever.”

I looked down at Evan.

He was holding his little suitcase with both hands. His fingers trembled. His legs shook from standing too long. And yet, somehow, he still managed a small, polite smile, like he was trying to be good so no one would be upset with him.

“You’re just… leaving him?” I whispered.

Lila let out a sharp breath. “You don’t understand. The doctors. The therapy. The bills. It never stops. I’m exhausted.”

Then she lowered her voice, as if speaking quietly made what she said next less cruel.

“I hate this life. I want something normal.”

Evan stiffened in my arms.

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