They Called Me A Nobody—Until Someone Said “Welcome Back, General”

importance. My sister Melody picked it. She said it was “close to the base” and “classy enough for a promotion dinner,” and my parents nodded like the reservation itself proved she mattered, like the ability to book a table at an overpriced steakhouse was evidence of achievement.

I paid for it.

Not because I wanted credit. Not because I needed them to continue reading …