I Paid for My Parents’ Luxury Paris Trip Then They Replaced Me With My Jobless Brother at the Airport

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Mom approached me anyway, crossing the small distance between us on the sidewalk. “You’re really going to enjoy this without us?”

I looked past her at the city, at the light coming off the buildings the way Mom used to describe it from her magazine pages. “You already chose who you wanted beside you.”

She whispered, “He needed us.”

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