Dad hu.mi.liated me in front of 30 people: “You weren’t important enough to be invited to your sister’s wedding.” – Welcome

tired.”

I ended the call.

My twenty-ninth birthday arrived four days later.

Nobody in my immediate family mentioned it that morning.

Not Fiona.

Not Mom.

Not Dad.

Grandma Beatrice sent a little birthday-cake emoji.

Happy birthday, sweetheart. Hope everyone gives you a peaceful day.

The irony almost made me laugh.

At work, my team surprised me with cupcakes.

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