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Fortunately, my dad’s never made me feel like a mistake.
Getting up from the table, I walk over to the cabinet.
“Catherine’s going to email me a diet plan we think you should try out,” she informs me as I take out the Saran Wrap. “One of her sorority sisters lost twenty pounds in two months on it. I’m sure if you stick to it this time, you could lose forty pounds before the wedding. Maybe even more.”
She might be onto something, because the thought of my perfect sister and mother discussing diet plans and how much weight I need to lose is enough to make me lose my appetite.
I quickly wrap up what’s left of my dad’s plate. “Okay.”
It’s usually easier to agree with her than to protest.
“What are you doing?”
“Taking the rest of Daddy’s di
“Sawyer, you know I don’t say these things to be hurtful. I just want you to be healthy. You know as well as I do you’d feel so much better about yourself if you lost the weight.”
Maybe. But I’d also feel better if she’d learn to accept me the way I am instead of trying to turn me into what she wants.
“Right,” I whisper because I’ve never had the courage to stand up to her.
Probably because deep down, I know she’s right.
It’s not like I’m not aware I could stand to lose forty pounds. Heck, even more if we’re going by a BMI chart, but it’s the way she constantly makes me feel like I’m not good enough that I can’t stand.
Balancing the plate in one hand, I snatch my keys off the counter. “I’ll be back in a little bit.”
I’m almost to the door when I halt my steps. Despite how she feels about my weight, she’s still my mother and I do care about her.
I don’t want her to think bringing my father his di
“Love you.”
There’s a long pause…and then, “I should get started on these dishes.”
Disappointment sinks like a brick in my chest.
I don’t know why I held out hope she’d say it back.
She never does.