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

inside me became completely still.

I dried my hands, put down the dish towel, and smiled.

“You’re right,” I said. “I should stop pretending I’m useful.”

Mom frowned. “Don’t start being dramatic. Guests arrive in three hours.”

I walked to the hallway closet, picked up my purse, and put on my coat.

“Emily,” Dad said sharply. “Where do you think you’re going?continue reading …