My parents forced me to cook and clean all weekend for my sister’s party with 50 guests.

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“Home.”

Madison finally looked up. “Are you serious? My party is tonight.”

I opened the front door. “Then I hope you all know how to cook.”

Mom followed me onto the porch, her face flushed red. “If you leave now, don’t bother coming back.”

I looked at her for a long second. “That was the first generous thing you’ve said all weekend.”

Then I left.

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