My Family Ignored Me at My Own Birthday Dinner, But They All Wanted a Piece of Me When They Heard the Will
I turned seventy-eight on a Tuesday, and my house felt too quiet for a day that once meant balloons, homemade cards, and three little voices shouting through the kitchen before sunrise. Now it was just me, a roast chicken cooling on the counter, and a lemon pie that still smelled warm and sweet even if…