When my name was called, I walked up to the stage, hoping to see their faces in the crowd, but they were nowhere to be found. After the ceremony, I received a message from my mom: “Sorry, we couldn’t make it. Something came up with your stepsister. We’ll celebrate later. Congrats!” My stepsister Iris had thrown a tantrum over a broken nail. Anger, hurt, and disbelief swirled within me. When I confronted my parents at home, they casually explained, “Your stepsister broke a nail. She was inconsolable.” I realized their priorities were skewed. In my anger, I packed my bags and left to stay with Justin’s family, who welcomed me warmly. Years later, at my college graduation, I hoped my parents would redeem themselves. Once again, they were absent, missing the ceremony because Iris wanted a specific cake. Despite their repeated disappointments, I found support in Justin and his family, realizing that my parents’ actions didn’t define my worth.
Cadbury Egg Cupcakes
Creamy Fruit and Cottage Cheese Slice Dessert
One of our household favorites! We can’t stop making it
Pizza Burger Pie
Canned Salmon Patties Don’t Lose This Recipe
Used to have this thanks to nan every year but never remembered to pen it down. Buzzing that I’ve found something that comes quite close!
Garlic Parmesan Cheeseburger Bombs
Enjoy the Spicy Cheesy Bliss: Cheesy Jalapeño Shortbread Recipe
Old-fashioned CUSTARD PIE
