When my half-sister Ava asked me to photograph her wedding for free, I reluctantly agreed, hoping to build a connection. But Ava treated me like hired help—demanding detailed shots, giving no thanks, and refusing me a seat at the dinner table. After working nonstop all day without a break, I finally walked out, done with being overlooked and undervalued.
Our father left when I was three, later having Ava with his new wife. We never had a real sisterly bond. Despite that, I tried to be the bigger person by agreeing to help Ava, only to realize I was just an afterthought.
After I left, I sent Ava the unedited photos and cut ties with her and my dad, finally recognizing my worth. When my dad came to apologize, I was calm but firm: some family ties are meant to be broken to make room for those who truly care.
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