hallucinate the photos you all posted from the dinner?”
Mom’s voice cracked.
She accused Ava of making them appear monstrous.
I replied quietly that they’d accomplished that themselves.
Ava had simply cooked.
Then everyone began shouting.
They weren’t having a conversation anymore.
They were throwing accusations around me.
Ava was supposedly a child weaponizing the internet.
She’d humiliated Grandma for attention.
I’d raised her badly.
She was dramatic.
Ungrateful.
Then Mom turned toward Ava, who’d quietly entered the hallway.
“You should be ashamed of yourself.”
I moved without thinking.
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