My father stood up at the lake house dinner and raised his glass in fr…

The Daughter He Forgot to Count

My father stood up at the lake house dinner and raised his glass in front of forty people. “To my three daughters — Claire, Becca, and Sasha.” My name was not Sasha. It never was. I set my glass down, picked up my keys, and left before he noticed my chair was empty.

The worst part was not that he said the wrong name.

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