My parents forced me to cook and clean all weekend for my sister’s party with 50 guests.

stepped closer to the door. “Victor respects you. He’ll listen if you explain that Mom didn’t mean it.”

“She did mean it.”

“She was stressed.”

“She was cruel.”

“She’s our mother.”

“She’s your mother when she wants loyalty,” I said. “She’s my supervisor when she wants labor.”

Madison recoiled as if I had slapped her.

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