MY PARENTS INVITED ME TO A FANCY FAMILY DINNER

the heat in my throat. I slid into the tiny chair and tucked my knees awkwardly under the rim while toddlers banged forks like cymbals. From the dais, Dad raised a flute and toasted “family, tradition, respect.” Terrence winked at the guests. My mother beamed. My name card did not exist.

I stared at the paper placemat in front of me – a cartoon turkey continue reading …