diner uniform she hated, staring at my phone while rainwater dripped from my work shoes. My younger brother Mason was in the photo with his doctor’s coat folded over a chair. My sister Chloe held up her law school acceptance letter like a trophy. My cousins were laughing at something off camera.
Then another message came from Chloe before she could delete it.
Mom said don’t come. She doesn’t want customers thinking we’re related to the waitress.
A second later, three laughing emojis appeared.
I did not cry.
Not then.
