My Mom Skipped My Housewarming for My Sister’s Move and a Week Later My Phone Wouldn’t Stop Ringing After a TV Episode Aired

My academic award ceremony was the night my parents left early because Madison texted that she was hungry. My science-fair blue ribbon earned a slow, unfocused squint from my mother, while Madison’s baking-soda volcano, half of which had ended up on her shoes, was photographed from every angle. I stopped trying to compete around age twelve. I learned continue reading …