Why My Sister Owes Me for Life, or Sometimes it is Five in the Morning

Sometimes it is five in the morning.  Five AM, you might call it.  Ridiculously early, you might say.  And, sometimes when it is five in the morning, my sister has to work.  Now, normally I wouldn't care what time my sister works.  I sympathize, no one should have to be at work at five in the morning.  But, it's her, not me.

However, she doesn't drive.  At all.  Which means we have conversations that go like this:

Sister: Milsa, you want to take me to work tomorrow, right?
Me: [groaning] What time?
Sister: Five.
Me: I hate you.

But I take her to work, sacrificing my very important sleep, waking up hours before any person should be even thinking about venturing outside, and I even get her there on time.  Which is why she owes me for life.