At Christmas, My Sister Got a $60K BMW and I Got a $2 Piggy Bank Then Dad Threatened to Report My Car Stolen

ago, I almost said no out of pure habit. Dr. Levine called it progress when I said yes.

The kitchen timer chimes. “Need help?” Elliot asks, following me in.

“I’ve got it,” I say automatically. Then I catch myself. Accepting help doesn’t diminish your strength. “Actually, could you carve the turkey? I never learned how.”

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