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.

her and that she wishes she’d been raised more like you were.”

I almost laughed.

“And that’s concerning to you because…?”

“Because you’re putting ideas in her head, Emma,” my mother snapped. “You’re making her think that the way we parented was somehow wrong, and that’s completely inappropriate.”

“I haven’t made her think anything,” I said. “She came to continue reading …