No Cake Left, No Love For My Family

Synopsis

When I got married, my parents didn't bother with any wedding gifts. They just handed me an old pendant my grandma no longer wanted, saying their love for me was what mattered most. But when my sister, Sandra Bennett, got married, Mom went so far as to sell off an entire storefront just to have custom jewelry made for her. She pulled out all the stops to show Sandra off and make sure she had a grand wedding. I grew up around my parents, but they were rarely home because of business. By the time I was six, I was already cooking and looking after myself. Sandra, on the other hand, stayed in our hometown, but our grandparents doted on her, making sure she never had to lift a finger. My parents always felt bad for not being there for her, and my grandparents just spoiled her rotten. For my parents' 30th wedding anniversary, I booked the hotel, sorted out all the party arrangements, and played host to all the relatives. By the end of it, I was so worn out I could barely catch my breath. That night, we gathered around to cut the cake, the room filled with laughter and joy. When I finally got home, completely wiped out, I saw that the cake I'd ordered had been devoured, not a single slice left. My mom just casually told me, "Clean this up. We're going to bed." I snapped, unable to hold it in any longer, "Where's my slice of cake? Did none of you save me any?" That one question killed the vibe for everyone.