My parents forbade me from celebrating my 18th birthday because my sister didn’t feel special enough. So I moved out that night. A year later, their golden girl saw how successful I’d become, and her jealous meltdown shattered the family.

and handed me a cupcake with a single candle.

“Your landlord application said your birthday was today,” she said with a kind smile. “Everyone deserves cake on their birthday.”

I cried for the first time since leaving.

The next few months were hard in ways I hadn’t anticipated. Working thirty hours a week while taking summer classes was exhausting.

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