Forgotten Kinship

Getting into Berkeley was huge. My folks finally made good on their promise and booked a big trip for us.

The next morning, though, I woke up and they were just gone.

The hotel room was totally empty. They bounced without even a note. Seriously?

A few hours later, I saw my stepsister’s Insta story. It was a picture of her and my parents at the mall. The caption read, “Best family ever!

Today is all about me.” Ugh. I stared at it for a while, then commented, “Cool. Looks like every day will be about you from now on.”

I was done. I went scorched earth. But my parents, who usually acted like I was a total pain, actually freaked out.