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The commotion drew the others. I saw the
brother Britney had described. Mom led me to
Dad, bedridden from a car accident that had
also revealed Britney wasn’t their child.
My high–school brother, Michael, was fuming.
“That girl’s a snake! Mom and Dad gave her everything! She dumped them the second she
found out about the Harrisons!”
“They struggled to put her through college!”
“Michael! Don’t talk about your sister like
that!” Dad scolded.
“She’s not my sister! She never contacted us!
I thought she was dead!”
“Michael!” Mom pulled him back.
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I stared at Dad’s leg. “Why didn’t you look for
me?”
They avoided my gaze. Finally, Mom spoke
softly, “We had nothing to offer you. You had
a good life there.”
My heart swelled. Tears blurred my vision. I
took their hands. “I’m home. This is my family.
Always.”
