At My Brother’s Housewarming, I Did The Work—But Wasn’t Invited To Brunch

glass as if answers lived at the bottom.

Heat rose into my face, but it didn’t transform into anger. It crystallized into something cold and clear, the way water becomes ice when it finally accepts what temperature it’s living in.

I smiled. Not wide. Not performatively. Just enough to suggest that his words had landed without damage.

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