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froze. Sarah’s tears spilled right on cue. My mother gasped. How can you speak to your sister like that? My father pointed toward the dining table. Sit down. I did not. That disturbed him more than anything I could have said. My whole life, he stood and I sat. He spoke and I listened. He pointed and I moved. That night, I stayed standing. No, I said.continue reading …
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