FOR YEARS MY FAMILY TREATED ME LIKE DIRT AND AT MY SISTER’S DREAM WEDDING THEY HUMI
I was halfway through the bland piece of chicken they dumped on my plate when it happened. My sister’s laughter cut through the hall—shrill, sharp, practiced. She raised her glass and announced to the guests that I was lucky to even be invited. Everyone chuckled, even my mother, my own blood. They looked at me ...