My dad slid my college letter back across the table, paid for my twin sister on the spot, and told me, “she’s worth the investment. You’re not.”

I looked at the crowd around us.

At Professor Bell.

At my friends.

At the future waiting ahead.

Then I looked back at my parents.

“You should celebrate Amber today,” I said gently.

“This is her graduation too.”

Amber looked surprised.

Then embarrassed.

Then emotional.

For years she had benefited from the favoritism.

But deep down, she had always known it existed.

She stepped forward slowly.

“I’m sorry.”

I blinked.

“For not standing up for you.”