No More Hand Me Down Lives
Language: en
The day we went back-to-school shopping, my mother spent four thousand dollars on a top-of-the-line MacBook Pro for my sister, Serena. My dad was busy picking out leather Tumi suitcases for her, while my brother, Austin, bought her a pair of Bose noise-canceling headphones. Even Sawyer, my childhood best friend, was kneeling in front of a shelf, carefully comparing smart desk lamps. "Iris’s eyes have been straining lately," he murmured, adjusting the dial. "This light spectrum is supposed to be the most soothing." My heart warmed for a fleeting second. But a heartbeat later, he stood…