Standing there was not my sister or brother, but my best friend, Lizbeth Sanford.
On the previous Sunday morning, I had gone to Lizbeth's shop to pick a bouquet of flowers for my mother. I even dragged her to accompany me to pick out the best knee massager for my mother. Since the company had scheduled me to attend a training session on Mother's Day, I had to make sure to prepare everything in advance. I left the gift to Lizbeth and asked her to deliver it for me.
Lizbeth was not too keen on my idea. She thought I was completely foolish for even bothering to make my mother happy.
As Aunt Wanda's daughter and my only true friend, Lizbeth was the one person with whom I could share everything. She knew all too well about my situation at home, how I had always been treated like an outsider. She had often told me that my family didn’t deserve my loyalty or affection. She did not understand why I still cared for them.
“They don’t care about you. Why do you keep putting yourself through this?” she’d ask me over and over.