Arriving at the dinner
We arrived at Sandra’s house, and my anxiety surged. The other guests, all family members, barely acknowledged my presence.
As I stood awkwardly in the hallway, one of Sandra’s younger nephews pointed at me and laughed. ‘Why do you dress so funny?
‘ he asked loudly. Sandra seized the moment, commenting on my choice of food and cheap makeup. My blood boiled at her words, but I forced myself to stay calm, clenching my fists under the table.