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Aloha, Kayla.
Not Happy Birthday, Natalie.
Aloha, Kayla.
My sister stood in the middle of the room wearing a flower crown and crying beautiful tears while Dad handed her a glossy envelope.
“We all chipped in,” he announced proudly.
I looked around the room.
My cousins cheered.
My aunt recorded everything.
My brother-in-law whistled.
Nobody looked at me.
Then Mom raised her glass for a toast.
“To Kayla,” she said, glowing. “The daughter who reminds us what success looks like. She’s the only one who makes us proud.”
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