Blacklisted From The Family Draw
Language: en
In our house, my parents’ attention was distributed by lottery. For ten straight years, I entered the digital draw every Sunday night. I experimented with superstition, tried algorithm-busting apps, refreshed at exact millisecond marks—and never won once. On my sixteenth birthday, they were booked to take my older sister skiing in Vermont. When I was seventeen and doubled over on the bathroom floor, dry-heaving from acute gastritis, they were two hours away at an arena concert with my little brother. I spent years believing it was just my rotten luck. I told myself I wasn't trying hard…