“Where are you? My kids are hungry, and the table still isn’t cleared!” my sister demanded on my birthday, as if cooking, cleaning, and caring for her children were automatically my responsibility. – Welcome

birthday.”

“No.”

I shook my head.

“You came because you wanted to remind me that you could still walk into my life whenever you wanted and make me feel small.”

His face hardened.

“But I’m not that woman anymore.”

“So that’s how it is?”

“This is exactly how it is.”

I pointed toward the door.

“Please leave.”

He stared at me.

Waiting for the old hesitation.

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