My New Car Was Gone One Morning—and My Parents Casually Told Me They’d Given the Keys to My Sister

asking me to sacrifice for Brittany’s sake.

I think they finally understand: I’m not the family safety net. I’m not the one who exists to fix everyone else’s problems. I’m just Claire, trying to live my life on my own terms.

The car—my car—still sits in my parking spot every night. A reminder that some boundaries are worth defending, even when the people continue reading …