“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

so more of it should be available.

You own a house, so your extra rooms are family property.

You’re single, so your schedule should bend.

You’re younger, so you can handle more.

You’re stable, so everyone else’s instability becomes yours to absorb.

I lifted my water glass.

“Fiona, I’m eating my birthday dinner.”

A pause.

“Your what?”

That hurt more than I continue reading …