My Sister Said I Didn’t Count and Seated Me by the Trash at Her Wedding So I Left a Small Silver Gift on the Present Table

The restaurants they had shared, the films they had seen together, the trips, the conversations worth keeping. I turned pages looking for my name and did not find it. Not my birthdays. Not my name. Not one line in thirty pages that acknowledged I had also grown up in that house.

I put the journal back and said nothing about it. I said nothing about continue reading …