My Family Told Me Not to Show Up to the Baby Shower—So I Sent a Helicopter Instead

the bitterness in it. “Mother, I lived there for two years during high school before you sent me to boarding school. Amber lived there until she was twenty-five. This was never my home. This was Amber’s home, just like everything else has always been Amber’s.”

“That’s not fair.”

“What’s not fair?” I interrupted, my voice harder now. “What’s not fair continue reading …