Lesson One: Stop Needing Me
Language: en
The day Lexi left for college, she posted on Instagram: [Does it count as growing up if I finally stop relying on my big sister?] In the photo, she wore the Jordans I bought her, held the designer bag I paid for, and beamed at the campus gates. Half an hour earlier, she’d texted: "Hey, transfer another thousand." "Mom and Dad said I need to treat my new roommates to dinner. You’re footing the bill." I stared at the screen and let out a dry laugh. Growing up, when she broke something, I paid for it. When she cheated on a test, I went to the principal’s office to apologize. When she lost a…