I knew something was off the second my younger sister volunteered to organize Grandma’s 70th birthday party.
That probably sounds mean. It is. I stand by it.
My sister Talia does not organize things. Talia forgets birthdays, misses dentist appointments, and once brought a half-dead grocery store orchid to our mom’s anniversary dinner because she “didn’t know people were doing real gifts.”
So when she dropped into the family group chat three weeks before Grandma Ruth’s birthday and announced, “Don’t worry, everyone. I’ve got dinner covered. I’m planning something special,” I nearly choked on my coffee.
I called my mom right away.
“This is a mistake,” I said.