Huge silver loops shimmered under the driveway floodlight, sitting on top of a brand-new white Range Rover like something straight out of a holiday commercial. My sister Madison squealed before we even opened the front door.
“Oh my God,” she gasped, covering her mouth. “Is this real?
Mom. Mom. Is this for me?”
Mom laughed with exaggerated surprise, as if the moment were spontaneous and not something she had clearly planned.
“Merry Christmas, baby,” she said, jingling the keys. “You deserve it. Straight to the top, just like you.”
Madison rushed down the porch steps in fuzzy socks, almost slipping on the last one.
My stepdad Ron was already filming everything on his phone like a proud director capturing the big reveal. I stayed on the porch with my arms crossed, the cold cutting through my thin Target sweater.
Mom turned toward me with another gift. This one was small enough to fit in her palm, wrapped in red paper with a cheap ribbon.
“And for you, Ava,” she said.
“So you don’t feel left out.”
The neighbors had started coming outside. Our cul-de-sac was the kind where everyone watched everything. I could feel their eyes on me as I took the box.
Meanwhile Madison was screaming over the sound of the engine.
“It’s the fully loaded one! Oh my God, look at this screen! Mom, look!
I love you so much!”
Inside was a chrome keychain engraved with the letter “A” on one side and the words Be humble on the other. The kind of cheap thing they sell near the checkout counter.
Mom smiled proudly. “See?
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