He paused, smiling at Madison like she was the sun.
“But Madison, you’ve always made it easy. You’ve made us proud every single day.”
He went on for five minutes.
Five minutes about Madison’s beauty, her grace, her ambition, her perfect choices.
Five minutes where he didn’t mention his other daughter at all.
Not once. Not even a passing reference to siblings, or family in general.
I watched several guests shift uncomfortably. Aunt Helen’s face was red with anger. Uncle Thomas looked disgusted.
When Dad finished, Mom stood up.
Her speech was more of the same—praising Madison, talking about the sacrifices they’d made as parents, highlighting Madison’s “successes.”
“We’ve supported her every step of the way,” Mom said. “Nothing has been too much. We’d do anything for our successful, beautiful daughter.”
Still no mention of me.
When Mom sat down, there was polite applause, but the energy in the room felt weird—off.
People were starting to notice the elephant in the room.
Or rather, the missing daughter.
The DJ announced the cake would be cut soon. People started to relax, moving around, refreshing drinks, chatting.
That’s when I saw Dad and Madison walking purposefully toward my table.
“Here we go,” Aunt Helen muttered under her breath.
“Rosalind, can we talk?” Dad’s voice had that false cheerfulness he used when he wanted something.
I stood, following them to a quiet corner near the bar.
Madison was smiling, but her eyes were calculating.
“So,” she began, “did you bring a gift?”
“I noticed you didn’t get us anything from our registry.”
“I haven’t gotten anything yet,” I said honestly. “I wanted to wait until I could afford something meaningful.”
Dad jumped in.
“Actually, Rosalind, your sister and brother-in-law could use some help with their honeymoon expenses. We all want to contribute to making their trip special.”
“We’re thinking everyone should pitch in,” Madison added. “Family especially. It’s what you do for people you love.”
“And I know you have student loans,” Dad said, his voice sliding into that familiar, condescending tone, “but you can spare five thousand. You can take out another loan if you need to.”
He smiled like this was reasonable.
“We’ve done so much for you over the years. It’s time you gave back.”
Several people were nearby within earshot.
Aunt Helen stood a few feet away, pretending to look at her phone, but clearly listening. Other guests were milling around, some of them starting to pay attention.
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