dance recital.
My college graduation was cut short because Madison had a headache.
My first promotion went uncelebrated because she had ended a three-week relationship with a guy named Trevor.
When I rented my first apartment, my housewarming somehow turned into a two-hour conversation about helping Madison “discover her passion.”
Even my accomplishments became background scenery in her life.
And still, I helped.
When Dad’s work hours were supposedly reduced, I moved back home.
I paid rent for the smallest bedroom.
Electricity.
Internet.
Groceries.
Dad’s car insurance twice when he
