Feeling excluded
At the far end of the table, the nephews joked and laughed, no different from the adults in their exclusion of me.
I felt more marginalized with each passing moment. ‘I remember when I had to sit at the kids’ table,’ I noted aloud, trying to bridge the gap.
But my words fell on deaf ears. Sandra’s icy gaze fell upon me yet again, her eyes filled with criticism.
It was clear, I was never meant to fit in here.