Graduation Day: My Escape, Their Show

stly slept or muttered about bad luck. Mom supposedly left with my twin, Kendra

it, splitting my phone screen. On one side, my grime-covered existence. On the other: Mom, Dad, and Kendra, laughing

eir wealthy lives from my very real pain. Every tear, every struggle, even the staged debt collectors who demolished my fifty-cent birthday cupc

could my own family turn my life into a spectacle of poverty, milking

at stage, clutching my MIT acceptance letter, I wasn't walking to them. I was walking away, with a n