My Sister Got a New Car While I Got a Bus Pass but My 18th Birthday Changed Everything

it was. I simply could not understand why beautiful things always pointed in her direction rather than mine. Nobody asked how I felt. Nobody looked at me long enough to wonder.

Except my grandmother.

Ruth Foresight was sitting on the porch in the wicker chair, coffee in her left hand, right hand resting on the armrest. She watched the Honda. She watched continue reading …