“Mom says, ‘If you disappeared tomorrow, no one would even notice.’”
My 13-year-old niece giggled again, peeling away the plastic from the $850 phone I bought her. Her fingers were delicate, but her words were sharper than glass. Around us, the living room pulsed with the chatter of my family—a gathering of thirty voices, each one too loud, too careless.
A birthday cake waited on the kitchen table, its candles not yet lit, but the flames were already burning in my chest. My sister, Lindsay, didn’t even look up. Sitting on the couch, scrolling through her phone, she smirked—a tiny, satisfied smile, like a judge who’d just heard the verdict she’d been hoping for.
Mom was in the kitchen stirring something, pretending not to hear, but I saw the way her shoulders lifted slightly—silent approval. Dad didn’t even bother to hide it. He chuckled, raised his beer, and muttered, “Well, she’s not wrong.”
Laughter rippled through the room.
My cousins grinned. Even Uncle Gary, who barely knew me beyond the occasional family dinner, snorted into his drink. I stood there.
Just stood there, like a fool. Like the fool I’d always been. The one who paid.
The one who fixed. The one who was never enough. “Thanks for the phone, Uncle,” my niece chirped, already leaning into her mother’s side, her attention locked on the glowing screen.
I watched her. My heartbeat was too loud, my face too hot, and suddenly the room felt smaller, suffocating. I didn’t say a word.
I just nodded, because that’s what I did. I nodded, smiled, pretended—always pretending. Lindsay looked up—finally—her eyes meeting mine.
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