My Sister Took My Passport Before My Scholarship Interview and My Parents Said It Wasn’t Meant for Me Until I Proved Them Wrong

of my closet door. This Friday was Madison’s twenty-fifth birthday. My parents had been planning the party for six weeks. There would be streamers and a two-tier cake and every relative within a fifty-mile radius assembled in our living room to celebrate Madison’s existence and to constitute an audience for my parents’ performance of successful parenthood.continue reading …