A week before the trip, I ran to the whole family clutching my tin box.

I pointed at what was inside — five hundred and seventy-six reward coupons, saved up over three years — proud and glowing.

"Mom, Dad, my SAT scores came out. I got a perfect score."

"I met the condition for the graduation trip to Hawaii too. When do we leave?"

Then I excitedly showed them the swimsuits I'd bought and the itinerary I'd put together for all five of us.

I didn't notice at all how my brother had gone quiet behind me, or how forlorn my cousin looked.

It wasn't until my throat was dry from talking that my mother finally cut me off, impatient.

There was no joy in her eyes, only coldness.

"You know perfectly well that Elaine Gilbert can't measure up to you, yet you fight her for everything."

"Haven't you noticed how disgusting you look, showing off like that?"

I froze, stunned where I stood.

She was the one who'd said it — that Elaine had no parents, that I couldn't seem special.

For the sake of fairness, for five years.

Anything Elaine got handed to her, I had to trade reward coupons for.

Even the clothes I wore, the school supplies I used, were her cast-offs.

Unwilling to accept it, I turned to look at my brother and my father.

But they both looked away from me, gathered around Elaine picking out her graduation gift haul.

A ten-thousand-dollar Apple bundle, birthday presents for every year from zero to eighteen, designer bags...

The next day, when the family group chat announced the trip destination had been changed to the Disney World Elaine picked.

I quietly threw the tin box into the trash.

Mom and Dad always said Elaine had no parents, so she was pitiful, so they were good to her.

But I had parents, and a brother too, and I was worse off than if I'd had none.

If that was how it was, then I wouldn't go back to that hollow, empty house.

...

A week later, when I pushed open the front door holding fried dough twists I'd bought downstairs.

The living room was lively, full of laughter.

They were back from the trip.

Elaine sat on the couch, next to my father.

Happily sharing the photos they'd taken in the city.

Talking about the fun parts, she shot a pretend-scolding look at my brother, who was down on the floor tidying gift boxes.

"It's all your fault, insisting on running off to buy red bean cake before the boat cruise. Look how it turned out."

"That's the only group photo we're missing. Such a shame..."

My brother indulgently answered:

"And who was it that just had to have that little snack?"

As the two of them teased each other, out of the corner of my eye I caught the three-person photo on Elaine's phone.

In front of the camera, my usually stern, rigid father.

Had actually put on pink Mickey Mouse ears to play along with her.

The tip of his nose painted red, ridiculous and funny.

My mother, standing off to the side, was laughing so hard she couldn't close her mouth.

Seeing it, a bitterness welled up in my chest.

Sure enough, no matter when.

They were more like a real family.

I gently closed the door.

By chance my mother came out of the kitchen, carrying washed cherries.

Her gaze landed on the thing in my hand and she frowned.

"Elaine can't stand the smell of grease. Go eat in your own room."

Only then did the three of them seem to notice me.

My brother's tone turned a few degrees colder.

"Standing at the door out of nowhere, trying to scare someone? You come home and don't even say a word."

Elaine deftly leaned in and bit the cherry from my mother's hand, smiling sweetly.

"Thank you, Aunt Letitia Henson."

The cozy, happy scene in front of me stung until my eyes burned.

I stopped looking at them and walked back to my room, deflated.

Right after, my mother pushed the door open and came in too.

Like always, guilty yet acting as if it were her right, she shoved the reward coupons into my hand and started explaining.

"Mom was a little harsh last time, but Elaine lost her parents so young. Letting you go on the graduation trip first would upset her, make her read too much into it and feel hurt."

"Mom knows you're the most sensible one. We'll go next time."

I watched her walk away.

For as long as I could remember, whatever Elaine wanted appeared in front of her the moment she asked.

Me, I had to do the chores and score perfect on every test just to earn a coupon I could redeem.

But it didn't matter whether it was a pretty princess dress or the drumstick I'd been looking forward to.

Even when it was mine, all Elaine had to do was cry.

And it became hers.

This wasn't the first time. It wouldn't be the last.

Truly laughable.

The rules only ever applied to me.

After a while, I got thirsty and stepped out for a glass of water.

The whole family was gathered around Elaine, talking through her college applications.

My father declared he'd fund her degree no matter the cost.

My brother pulled out a three-hundred-page college application guide he'd stayed up nights putting together.

"Just pick from this list. They're all the top programs in the city. You can't go wrong."

At that, Elaine's eyes reddened.

"I've put everyone to so much trouble. If only I'd scored seven hundred like my cousin…"

My mother cut her off at once and pulled her into a hug.

"Don't be silly. What good are high scores anyway."

"She'll just get married one day. You think a higher score makes for a better marriage?"

Elaine nestled pitifully into my mother's arms, looking at me like the most wronged girl in the world.

"It'd be even better if I could stay with my cousin at college. We could look after each other."

My father slapped his knee and agreed on the spot.

"That's nothing."

My brother chimed in from the side.

"You pick first. Once you've chosen, Elaine can go there too."

The hand holding my cup trembled.

I turned to them before I could think, my voice going cold.

"Why should she?"

My scores could get me into the best school in the country, a better future. Why should I follow her to some community college?

At that, my mother's face iced over and she flipped it back on me.

"If you go somewhere far, none of us will be there. What happens when someone pushes you around?"

"If you and Elaine go to the same college, the whole family can move over and it'll be easy to look after you both."

"Everyone here is thinking of you. What are you making a fuss about?"

My knuckles went white around the cup.

Heh. Look after me?

Strip away the words and it was just this: they were afraid Elaine would feel the gap and be hurt.

I unclenched my bitten lip and said nothing more.

Back in my room, I called my homeroom teacher.

"Teacher, I'm accepting the scholarship to the top university."

Early the next morning, the whole family was at the breakfast table.

They must have mistaken my silence yesterday for agreeing to attend community college with Elaine.

For the first time, no coupon was required.

My mother, of all things, laid a fried egg on top of my plain noodle soup.

My brother and father had softened too.

They talked about taking me out to a nice restaurant to celebrate my getting into college.

Beside them, Elaine chewed her poached beef, smiling as she raised her hand.

"Then let me pick the dishes for my cousin. Let's go to that French place on the shopping strip."

Except what she called ordering for me turned out to be all the spicy dishes Elaine loved.

I didn't like a single one.

What made it funnier was that the whole family waited forever while Elaine did her makeup and picked out clothes.

Before leaving, they said we'd all go together, neat and tidy. But by the time I came out of the bathroom.

They were already gone.

Not one of them messaged me the address, even when it was time to eat.

That night, I sat in the empty, pitch-dark room.

Chewing the cold leftovers from earlier, I scrolled through Elaine's latest posts.

In front of the camera, she held a lobster bigger than her face and pressed her cheek to my mother's.

Her eyes curved into happy little crescents.

"Family dinner. My aunt's dearer to me than my own mom~"

Off to the side, my brother and father dropped the shrimp they'd peeled into Elaine's dish, one after another, everyone glowing with warmth.

I let out a breath, grateful I hadn't been the one to ruin the mood.

I still remembered when Elaine first came to us. It happened to fall right on my birthday.

I'd begged and begged for my mom to take us all out for a nice steakhouse dinner.

The whole ride there, Elaine sat in the back seat next to me, all smiles, playing cat's cradle with me.

Then, when they brought out the cake, she looked at the name written across the top.

Elaine burst into tears, clinging to my mom, saying how much she missed her own mommy and daddy.

And how she envied me for having parents to spend my birthday with.

Without a word, my mom scraped my name right off the cake and pulled my dad and my brother in to sing "Happy Birthday" to Elaine.

Then she announced:

"Even when it's not your birthday, you can still have cake."

That day, I was supposed to be the star. Instead, I became a bystander.

Afterward, my mom brought out the very first reward coupons.

Just like the stack in front of me now, a full five of them.

She flung them at my face, glaring at me, furious.

"Sibyl, what stunt are you pulling this time? Elaine picked that restaurant just for you. Why didn't you show up?"

I looked at her, feeling the paper's edge sting where it grazed my skin.

The ripple stirring in my chest slowly went still, and I let it go.

"You think I didn't want to go?"

My mom froze, as if only now realizing they hadn't waited for me at all.

Then she looked at me with a fresh flicker of disgust, set the takeout box down on the table, and let her face go cold.

"Whose fault is that? You're the one who dawdles."

"I'll make it up to you next time."

I didn't say anything more.

At my dad's call, she went back into Elaine's room and started fiddling with the brand-new PS console they'd just bought, the one that cost tens of thousands.

The four of them, a family, sat down to play a co-op game together.

Listening to the sound of their laughter and chatter.

I pressed a hand to my lower belly, which was starting to throb, and cold sweat broke out across my forehead.

Almost on instinct I pulled out my phone and got an online doctor on the line, clenching my teeth as I described all my symptoms.

The answer came back: suspected acute appendicitis.

Face bloodless, I hunched over and knocked on Elaine's door.

I wanted my dad to drive me to the hospital on his little scooter.

But a few minutes later, my brother came to the door with a black look on his face, and when he heard my answer he let out a sudden, cold laugh.

"Your stomach hurts? I think you're just jealous everyone's spending time with Elaine, so you're faking sick and lying."

I shook my head. The pain left me no strength to argue.

The hand clamped over my belly pressed harder.

In the end it was my mom, worried the noise would break Elaine's concentration, who reached under the TV stand, grabbed a packet of cold medicine, and tossed it at me.

"It's probably just those cold leftovers upsetting your stomach. It won't kill you. Just tough it out."

I chewed it down dry, and my stomach only hurt worse.

With no other choice, I dug the piggy bank out from under my bed and smashed it open.

Clutching a little over five hundred dollars in loose change, I went to the hospital for an IV.

But the test results weren't good.

The doctor frowned, holding my chart.

"This is bowel necrosis caused by a foodborne virus. A family member has to sign. We need to operate immediately to remove it."

"If we wait and the bowel perforates and fluid leaks into your abdominal cavity, it'll be too late."

Hearing that, I started shaking all over.

A chill crawled straight up from the soles of my feet to my spine.

I tried to call my mom, nearly hitting the wrong button several times.

But the line just kept ringing, unanswered.

It wasn't until my fifty-eighth call home that my brother finally picked up, annoyed.

Before I could get a word out, he laid into me.

"God, are you done? If it won't go through, it means we don't want to answer. Your ringtone's broken Elaine's concentration a bunch of times already."

"Whatever it is, tell us later. Stop calling."

I called again right after, and I'd already been blocked.

Out of options, I called Teacher Chavez.

The moment she heard something was wrong in my voice, she grabbed a cab and rushed to the hospital.

Signed the papers, fronted the medical bills.

Gave it everything she had.