At my twin sister’s graduation, my father lifted his camera for her name—then the dean said

my eyes forward.

Not on him.

Not yet.

“You can spend a long time believing that,” I said. “Believing that being overlooked means being ordinary. That being unsupported means being incapable.”

I paused.

Because this was the moment.

The line between the speech they expected…

And the truth I could choose to give.

Behind my ribs, something tightened.

Not fear.

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