“Since you love numbers so much, go handle the bill like always.” My mother smirked during my sister’s extravagant bridal dinner. They treated me like the family servant while spending millions I secretly controlled.

my birthday today. Is everything okay with you two?”

Three full hours passed before my mother finally responded. The notification chimed through the empty kitchen. I unlocked my phone expecting an apology, an excuse, or at least a belated birthday wish.

Instead, her message said: “Sabrina, we are frankly exhausted by your constant need for attention continue reading …