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“You’ll never be half the daughter your sister is!” my mother announced in front of a hundred guests at her fortieth wedding anniversary celebration. The room went so quiet I could hear the ice settling in someone’s glass. My younger sister, Stacy, stood beside the anniversary cake wearing the same satisfied smile she had worn whenever somebody praised her for work I had done.
Chapter 2 I rented a furnished apartment in Canton overlooking the harbor. It had one bedroom, a narrow kitchen, and windows that caught the afternoon sunlight. For the first time...