Part 1
“You don’t deserve for us to spend a single penny on you.” The smell of roast beef with rosemary filled my parents’ dining room, mingled with my mother Sandra’s intense perfume that always made me feel like I was taking an exam I had already failed.
The wooden table was immaculate and the silverware was aligned with military precision under the gleaming lamp. My father, Winston, sat at the head of the table while my mother was to his right, and my younger sister, Brianna, smiled across from her in an expensive ivory dress.
I, Audrey, was at the opposite end of the table in the spot where they always sat me. I was twenty-six and had just finished a sixty-hour week at a consulting firm in Palo Alto, and my entire body ached from the effort.
Brianna was twenty-four and had just gotten engaged to Sterling, a man whose main virtue was coming from a wealthy family. Dinner had gone as usual with comments disguised as kindness and praise always directed at my sister.
Then my father took a thick, cream-colored envelope from his jacket and slowly slid it across the table toward Brianna. “For the wedding,” he said while smiling proudly. “One hundred thousand dollars because we want something elegant that people will remember.”
Brianna let out a squeal of happiness and hugged the envelope tightly to her chest. “This is enough for the imported flowers and the string quartet!” she exclaimed.
I stood motionless with my fork in my hand as the weight of that amount settled over the room. I wasn’t expecting anything for myself, but hearing that number made the distance between my chair and the center of the table feel like a canyon.
My mother turned toward me with a cold smile and told me that before I thought about asking for anything, I didn’t deserve a single penny. “Excuse me?” I asked in a voice that came out much lower than I intended.
My father didn’t even look up from his plate as he spoke. “You jump from job to job and never listen, while Brianna is building something serious like a marriage and a life with a decent man.”
He cut another piece of meat and asked why they should bother to invest in me. While they continued talking about dresses and guest lists, I began to replay all the years I had been the unseen support of this family.