My Sister Texted the Family Chat: “Don’t Come to Mom’s Birthday. We’re Sick of Your Family.” So I…

belong.”

My mom’s mouth tightened again. “You’re making it sound like we used you.”

I didn’t argue. I just said, “That’s because you did.”

Silence filled the room. In the corner, Ethan rolled a toy truck across the rug, blissfully unaware of adult reckoning.

My dad finally said, “We can try to do better.”

“Try,” I repeated. “Not say. Do.”

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