Òyì nke e mepụtara

For three years, I worked three jobs—day shifts, night shifts, weekends—living paycheck to paycheck just to afford my dream car. No vacations, no fun, just saving every spare dollar. When I finally bought it, it felt like everything I sacrificed finally meant something. My sister, though, saw it as a prop. She kept taking it out to show off to her friends. At first, I ignored it to keep the peace. But it became constant—she’d just grab the keys and leave. No asking. Then one night, she took i