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The fluorescent lights of the kitchen hummed, mirroring the hollow ache in my chest as I clutched the prom flyer. Carla didn’t look up from her phone, her thumb flicking dismissively across the screen. When I mentioned the money Mom had left for these milestones, she scoffed, tossing a designer handbag onto the counter with a heavy thud. It was clear:continue reading …
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