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

sat at the kitchen island scrolling on her phone while I washed crystal glasses.

“Can someone help me?” I asked, trying to keep my voice even.

My father, Harold, never looked away from the TV.

My mother, Patricia, laughed shortly. “Help you? Honey, you’re the only one without a real job.”

Madison smirked. “Mom, don’t be mean.”

But she did not get up.

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