That last sentence hurt more than anything.
Not only were we excluded from the family table, but I was expected to serve everyone first.
I had already ordered a $186 turkey, arranged $142 worth of bakery pies, and paid for a $230 Christmas centerpiece.
I’d also purchased the gifts they’d requested.
Un reloj Tissot de $1,890 para papá.
Un bolso de cuero de $1,150 para mamá.
And a $529 stand mixer for Ainsley.
En total, había gastado $4,291.
Apparently, I was generous enough to finance their celebration but not important enough to enjoy it.
When I returned home, Luna greeted me in her pajamas, holding a purple sock.
“Daddy, I discovered that socks slide farther across the floor when nobody’s wearing them.”
“Really? Have you tested that scientifically?”
“Yes. I wrote everything down.”
She showed me several pages of observations.
Luego abrió otro cuaderno que contenía un delicado dibujo de una polilla con marcas doradas en sus alas.
