My father barred me from entering my own medical school graduation ceremony because my stepmother wanted her daughter to use my ticket. “You’re just a nurse’s assistant anyway, let your sister have her moment,” my father sneered, pushing me toward the exit.
Beside him, Victoria’s artificially tanned face drained of all blood, turning an ashen, sickly, ghostly white. Her perfectly manicured hand went limp, and her thousand-dollar designer purse slipped from her lap, hitting the concrete floor with a heavy, unnoticed thud.
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