The Sweeper at the Glittering Table

Synopsis

My parents were A-list stars. My brother was an A-list pop star. My sister was an A-list model. Even our dog was an internet celebrity with millions of followers on TikTok. Only me? I was nobody online, like I didn't even exist. Okay, fine. Not the whole internet. Once, during my brother Alex Summers' livestream, I accidentally walked into the frame. For a full minute, the comments kept asking, "Who's that girl?" Alex glanced over and said, "Oh, that's our new cleaning girl." Cleaning girl. The person I had called my brother for 23 years called me the cleaning girl. I was standing right behind him at the time, holding a broom. Yes, I was sweeping because he said his streaming setup was a mess and asked me to clean it up. I didn't say anything. I just smiled and put the broom down. Then I walked away. That night, I packed my things and moved out of the house I had lived in for 23 years. As I left, I turned and looked back at the three-story mansion. The whole place was lit up. But not one of them was left on for me.