You mean abandoning me?”
“Don’t be so dramatic,” she snapped. “We gave you the space to grow into the independent woman you are today. If it weren’t for our sacrifices, you would be nothing.”
I couldn’t believe her audacity.
“You did no such thing,” I argued.
“You didn’t want me around while you chased Olympic dreams with Chloe.”
“Family is family,” my father said through the phone. “We’re all in this together now. Don’t you think you owe us a little for raising you?”
“You didn’t raise me.
Aunt Lisa and Uncle Rob did. If I owe anyone, it’s them.”
I hung up before they could reply.
I suppose I could have checked on Chloe, but she had cut me off, too. Just as our parents had.
I had nothing left to give them.
New Year’s Day rolled around, and it was magical. Aunt Lisa made her famous honey-glazed ham, and Uncle Rob tried his hand at baking cookies (they came out a little burned, but we loved them anyway).
As we sat around the table laughing, I realized something.
This is my family. Not the people who left me behind, but the ones who stayed.
My biological parents can keep trying to connect, but they’ll never undo the damage they caused.
I have everything I need right here.
Source: amomama
