introduced me as the daughter who hadn’t done enough.”
Mom covered her mouth.
Dad muttered, “We can fix this.”
“You can,” I replied. “By paying your own bills.”
I picked up the birthday cake I had bought for myself and headed toward the door.
Kayla followed me.
“So that’s it? You’re cutting all of us off over one trip?”
I turned around.
“No. I’m cutting you off over years of making me pay for love while still calling me disappointing.”
Three months later, Dad signed a formal repayment agreement.
Kayla’s
