An Anniversary Celebration In The House They Forgot Who Restored

her words wash over me.

In the background, I could hear the party. Music. Clinking glasses. My mother’s voice rising with forced brightness: “Yes, of course we knew. We just wanted to keep it private.”

“I didn’t make anything about myself,” I said quietly. “I just existed. I worked. I succeeded. And nobody asked.”

“You did this on purpose.”

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