“Stay Home — It’ll Be Easier.” My Parents Celebrated My Twin’s 25th Birthday And Left Me Out

a particular calculation about me, I understood now. They had decided, at some point I couldn’t precisely locate, that I was the complicated one—the child who noticed things, who named things, who created friction by refusing to accept certain fictions. Harper was the smooth surface. I was the one with edges. And families, when they choose, will always continue reading …