Mom Called Me Damaged at My Sister’s Baby Shower

Five minutes.

I could survive five more minutes.

Chloe waved me over from her velvet chair.

“Elara,” she said, smiling with uncertainty. “I’m glad you came.”

“I’m glad you’re happy,” I said.

Her hand found mine. “Mom said this might be hard for you.”

“I’m fine.”

Chloe’s eyes softened with the same pity I had seen on every face since my diagnosis.

“I know. continue reading …