The Day They Chose Her, I Got Into Oxford

On my eighteenth birthday, I spent 7 hundred dollars I'd painstakingly earned from my part-time job.

I invited my parents and brother to a French restaurant.

But, in the end, they stood me up.

They went to Disneyland with my adopted sister, Luna.

The fireworks on their Ins stories stung my eyes.

I couldn't help but call, wanting to demand: Compared to Luna, aren't I your real family?

But before I could even speak, Luna's voice chirped through the phone: "How could Mom and Dad celebrate your birthday? Don't you know you were actually picked up from a hospital dumpster?"