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

dusty. I picked it up carefully.

The photo inside was gone.

Just cardboard filler remained, the kind that comes with new frames, with that fake family smiling their fake smiles.

Like I’d never existed.

Like my commissioning had been erased from the family history.

I sat on their expensive carpet with that empty frame in my lap and stared at it until the continue reading …