The Moment Everything Changed At the airport, just minutes before we were supposed to board a long-awaited family flight to Hawaii, my sister reached out and sla.p.ped me across the face in front of an entire line of passengers. The sound echoed. My cheek stung. Conversations stopped. Heads turned. And just like every other time in my childhood, my parents rushed to her side as if she were made of glass and I were nothing but an inconvenience. But this time, what they didn’t realize was simple and life-altering: I had paid for…
My sister slapped me at the airport before our Hawaii trip—and my parents defended her like always.
