My Mother Gave Me 24 Hours to Leave So My Sister Could Move In, but I Had Been Preparing for Weeks

had been holding my body in the posture of someone waiting for the next demand or the next dismissal or the next casual announcement that my contribution to this household was invisible and my presence in it was provisional.

That posture, I realized, had been there so long I had stopped noticing it. And now it was gone.

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