They called me the ugly high school graduate and my family disowned me. Ten years later, I found them at my sister’s wedding. Her husband asked, “Do you know her?” I replied, “More than you think.”
I’ll never forget the expression on their faces when they saw me enter my younger sister Sarah’s wedding reception hall.
It had been ten years since they kicked me out of the house.
Ten years since my own family decided I didn’t deserve to be part of them because I didn’t fit their standards of beauty and success.
The invitation had arrived at my office three weeks ago.
An elegant envelope with gold letters announcing the union of Sarah Martinez and Michael Fuentes, son of the city’s most important real estate magnate.
I stared at that fine paper between my fingers, feeling how the past hit me like a cold wave after so much time of silence.
Why now?
Why invite me to celebrate family happiness when they themselves destroyed mine?
Throughout my adolescence, I was the ugly one in the family.
While Sarah was the princess with golden hair and a perfect smile, I was the girl with braces, thick glasses, and severe acne.
“Lucy, you should try harder with your appearance,” my mother constantly repeated, as if my physical appearance were a personal decision and not the result of genes and teenage hormones.
My father, a successful businessman obsessed with appearances, barely spoke to me at family dinners.
Everything changed that night of my graduation when I accidentally overheard my father talking on the phone with a business partner.
“Yes, my daughter Sarah is the family jewel.”
“Unfortunately, the older one is… well, let’s say she didn’t inherit the good genes.”
“An ugly graduate doesn’t reflect well on our family business image.”
Those words stuck in my heart like poisoned daggers.
The humiliation I felt that night was unbearable, but the worst was yet to come.
The next day, with tears in my eyes, I confronted my parents.
I told them I had heard them, that I knew what they thought of me.
Instead of apologizing, my father became furious.
“Now you spy on us.”
“What did you expect to hear?”
“It’s the truth, Lucy.”
“Sarah has always been the public face of this family.”
“You… you simply don’t fit into our plans.”
My mother, always in his shadow, nodded silently.
The story doesn’t end here — it continues on the next page.
Tap READ MORE to discover the rest 🔎👇
