On Wednesday afternoon, Bridget was released from the hospital. Sam, Amber and I thought we'd make her homecoming somewhat special so we decorated her room with streamers and a giant banner just before she got home.
I was so excited to see her, but that excitement slipped away fast when Dad entered the house, Bridget being carried in his arms, and my Mother trailing behind them. Dad gave me a look, begging me silently not to say anything, and it took everything inside of me to bite my tongue and not ruin what was meant to be a happy occasion.
I could be civil to Susan, I'd had years of practice shutting out her cruel, derogatory remarks about my life.
Dad placed Bridget carefully down on the lounge. It was the coolest room in the house as the small air conditioner failed to reach the ot
