In order not to serve my mother-in-law who was paralyzed in bed.
I lied to my husband and said that I had an autistic sister.
Whenever I had a break, I would hide out under the pretext of visiting my sister in the countryside.
But one day, the sister I made up out of thin air suddenly appeared at my house.
She affectionately calls me sister and knows all about my past.
I couldn't argue and watched her live in my house with my husband's warm hospitality.
Concept: Lies are like butterflies fluttering their wings slightly. You don't know what kind of storm it will cause.