At midnight my sister tried to bring her three children into my apartment with my mother’s key, but when she yelled at me “family helps each other”, I had already changed the lock and was waiting for her downstairs to put a stop to it.

The air in the lobby felt thick with the smell of old rain and the sterile scent of floor wax while the silence stretched out between us.

“That is quite enough out of you, Leona, and I want you to apologize to your sister right now and take these children upstairs to bed,” my mother commanded.

“The answer is no, and I am not going to change my mind just because you are standing here and demanding it of me,” I told her.

Sienna let the handle of her heavy stroller drop to the floor with a loud thud that echoed through the high ceilings of the lobby.

“This is absolutely outrageous, and I cannot believe you are really going to leave your own nephews out on the street because of a petty tantrum,” she yelled.

“I never said I was going to leave them out on the street, and I would appreciate it if you stopped exaggerating the situation to make me look like a villain,” I replied.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and turned the screen around so they could see the confirmation page for the reservation I had made.

“I booked a luxury family suite at the Marriott right next to the airport about thirty minutes ago, and it has two queen beds and a full breakfast included,” I explained.

“The shuttle van is already on its way here to pick you up, and I have already provided my credit card for the entire stay so you won’t have to pay a dime.”