CNU-At my mother’s Sunday dinner, my sister offered to take my five-year-old daugh…

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“She is five.”

“And Madison is seven,” Taryn snapped. “But does anyone care about that? No. Every dinner, every birthday, every family gathering, everyone has to listen to Laya sing or tell stories or show some drawing like she invented crayons.”

“Because she’s a child.”

“She’s an attention hog.”

The words were so ugly, so absurd, that for half continue reading …