The Day I Erased My Family
Language: en
No one in my family ever remembers my birthday. For my brother's birthday, my parents order a custom cake a month in advance and book his favorite steakhouse. For my sister’s, the entire family spends the weekend at Disney, posting a nine-photo Instagram grid captioned, "Happy birthday to our little princess." My birthday is July nineteenth. It falls right in the middle of summer break, and every year, that day passes like any other ordinary Tuesday. I actually thought eighteen would be different. That morning, I woke up early, put on a light touch of makeup, and sat on the living room…