My best friend, Rosa Martinez, helped me plan the surprise. Rosa and I had been friends since college. She could tell I was upset just from the way I said hello on the phone.
The night before graduation, she stood in my garage straightening the giant bow.
“Melanie,” she said, “please tell me Sandra isn’t coming.”
I sighed. “She’s my sister.”
“That’s not an answer.”
“Yes. Sandra’s coming. So are Britney and Mom.”
Rosa stared at me. “Do you remember Christmas?”
“Of course I remember Christmas.”
“Britney opened Emma’s headphones before Emma even got to unwrap them. Then she complained that Emma’s were nicer than hers.”
“She gave them back.”
“Three days later.”
I smiled in spite of myself. “Rosa, it’s a graduation party. I’m not leaving out half my family.”
She looked at the car, then back at me. “Then promise me one thing. Don’t let them turn your daughter’s big day into another excuse to demand something from you.”
I looked away, because Rosa knew my family history, and she was right to worry.
My younger sister, Sandra, had been taking things from me since we were kids. Sometimes she asked. Usually she didn’t.
When I was twelve, she broke my cassette player trying to take it apart. When I was fourteen, she wrecked my bicycle so badly I had to pay for the repairs with my babysitting money. Our mother, Linda, always said the same thing.
“Melanie, you’re older. Be understanding.”
Sandra was never expected to understand anything. When I complained about my bicycle, Mom told me I was being dramatic. Then Sandra got new roller skates, because Mom thought she needed cheering up.
That was how our family worked. Sandra made the problem, Mom explained why it wasn’t really Sandra’s fault, and I was expected to fix it. Eventually, I stopped arguing. It was easier to give in.
As adults, the pattern just got more expensive. When Sandra fell behind on bills, I helped. When her daughter, Britney, needed school supplies, I paid. I bought Britney a laptop for school, and she complained that it was the wrong color. Later, when Britney needed a car, I offered $1,500 toward it. Sandra thought I should buy the whole thing.
“You’re doing so much better than I am,” she said. “It wouldn’t even hurt you.”
When I said no, my mother called.
“Successful people share their blessings, Melanie.”
I wanted to ask why my blessings always seemed to belong to Sandra. Instead, I said I’d think about it.
Then came the house.
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