the crossover I bought you?”
Before I could reply, Mother smiled.
“Her brother needed it more.”
Silence spread around the table.
I’m Emily Carter, twenty-nine, a pediatric nurse in Ohio. For most of my life, my family had treated me as its least important member.
My older brother Jason was another story.
At thirty-four, he’d abandoned two businesses, accumulated massive debts, and somehow convinced our parents that none of his failures were his responsibility.
“Jason has potential,” my mother always said.
Apparently, I was expected to have responsibilities instead.
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