My Brother Made Me Wear a Red “Not Family” Wristband at His Rooftop Gr…

flanked Derek. Aunts, uncles, cousins, all wearing white wristbands, arranged themselves around him in a semicircle.

The photographer positioned himself, adjusting his camera.

I started to move toward the group.

“Elena, what are you doing?”

My father’s voice cut through the chatter.

“Family photo,” I said.

“Red wristbands aren’t in this shot. This is for continue reading …