At Dinner, My Family Said They Were Done With Me—Then A Woman In A Navy Blazer Entered Looking Only For Me

with clipart she’d printed from the internet.

The judges gave me first place. Tracy didn’t even place.

On the drive home, Mom sat in stony silence while Dad lectured me about “making your sister feel bad.” That night at dinner, they threw Tracy a consolation party—ice cream sundaes and promises that she was still special, still their star. My blue ribbon continue reading …