I had lunch with Raf today. Though we hung out last weekend, we wanted to have either lunch or dinner before my trip. He and Brie were the only ones in attendance at our mother’s birthday dinner last night (which I didn’t attend because of this bullshit).
“Y’know, Mom would never tell you this, but Brie set aside pad Thai for you last night.”
“She did?” My voice cracked.
“Yeah. Brie thought you were coming to dinner, so she wanted to make sure you had a plate.”
I couldn’t help it. My eyes welled up.
“Whoa, sis — didn’t meant to make you get all emotional before going back to work.”
“I just love you two a lot. I wish I could’ve seen Brie this past weekend, but — ”
“I know. Dad was there. I get why you wouldn’t wanna see him after everything he said.”
“I’ll be there while Mom is in Philly, once I get back.”
Our parents are wrong. Brie knows I haven’t left her. She hates being around our parents as much as I do because of their erratic, explosive behavior. When I get back from Asia, Brie and I will have sister bonding time (since Raf usually works on weekends). Our parents won’t prevent me from seeing two of my favorite people.