Celebrating My Freedom on Their Wedding Day But He Wont Let Me Go

My husband's foster sister was a walking disaster.

Every time she wreaked havoc, my husband brushed it off with the same tired excuse: "She's still a child."

When she saw that I worked as a school doctor, she clamored to be my assistant. Reluctantly, I agreed.

On her very first day, the chaos began.

A student came in with indigestion. I instructed her to fetch digestive aids; instead, she handed the poor child potent laxatives.

When caught, she blinked up at me with wide, innocent eyes.

"Well, if their stomach is emptied out completely, isn't that digestion?"