Tiara “What da hell is this?” Melody asks, twirling the food around her plate.I take in the look on her face and fight back a smile, “It’s octopus.”She splutters, “What?!”“Uh-huh.”“Gurl, I’m black. Black people don’t eat weird ass food.”I laugh. “Yeah right.”We are at the rehearsal dinner and the ballroom is basked in the warm glow of expensive candles and the gentle hum of conversation. Donald Lemptons is here, finally, coming in merely an hour before the dinner, and now he sits all-powerful-like at the head of the table, flanked by Ciara and Grace on both sides, and every other person looks small in comparison.A part of me tugs at my guts, whispering, ‘you should be there, in that circle with them. They are after all family, they should have to acknowledge you too’But I’m used to all the years of neglect by them, pretending I don’t exist in their glamorous family. Maybe except my mother, but to her I’m a different family than this one. To her, both of us make one family, an
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