“You’re wearing that to a CEO interview?” my dad laughed after giving my sister $4,000. Mom handed me a 20-year-old suit and said, “Don’t embarrass this family.” I said nothing until the CEO walked in, looked at my safety pins… and fired them from the room…
The first sound that morning wasn’t yelling. It was the sharp little click of a safety pin snapping shut through cheap polyester fabric.
6:15 in the morning, Tuesday, freezing rain outside. I stood in front of the cracked bathroom mirror in my parents’ house, wearing a charcoal gray pants suit that smelled faintly like attic dust and expired perfume. The shoulder pads were so wide I looked like I was auditioning to sell real estate in 1994.
My mother had tossed it onto my bed the night before, like she was feeding scraps to a stray dog. Well, if you’re desperate enough, Nora, here. This used to fit me before Payton was born.
That woman could turn every sentence into an insult without raising her voice. I pulled the jacket tighter around my waist and pushed another safety pin through the fabric. Number eight.
Three more to go. The overhead bathroom light flickered every few seconds because my father refused to replace the wiring. Apparently, the house was bleeding money.
Funny how the family business was always broke whenever I needed something. But somehow Payton still got $4,000 transferred to her account at dinner. I’d watched my father do it right at the table.
Miami isn’t cheap, sweetheart, he told her while smiling like he was funding cancer research instead of a rooftop tequila tour. Payton barely looked up from her phone. Daddy, the Ocean View suite alone was like $1,800.
Meanwhile, I was sitting there asking them to cosign a $150 microloan so I could buy a decent interview outfit. Not $5,000, not even $500, $150. My father leaned back in his chair and sighed like I’d requested a kidney.
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