“I made this for you.”
She barely glanced at it before passing it to my brother. “Here, honey. Something for you.”
I froze.
That gift wasn’t for him. It was from me to my mother.
“I-I got that for you.”
She waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, what would I need it for?
I have everything I want.”
Everything. Except me.
Years of neglect hung between us. My grandmother shot me a sympathetic glance, but I forced a smile.
I wouldn’t let them see me break.
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