Her voice was raised, angry, unmistakable.
“She’s ungrateful,” Mom shouted. “She thinks she’s above us. Tell her to stop playing the victim.”
I felt the air leave my lungs.
In person, she thanked me.
She kissed my cheek.
She said she didn’t know what she’d do without me.
So which version was real?
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