Yolk

by Mary H.K. Choi

The thing to remember is that my sister is a known psycho.

I find that the more I hide, the more presentable I am to the world.

Sisters never stand a chance to be friends. We’re pitted against each other from the moment we’re born. A daughter is a treasure. Two is a tax.

He watches me in a way I remember from when I was a kid. With intensity. Almost as if he’s recording me with his eyes. It’s the opposite of everyone in my life who is constantly looking past me. I don’t have to vie for his attention. It’s mine to lose.

I know my parents made sacrifices, but I also don’t understand their choices.

They say that daughters are never yours to begin with.”

“Everyone fucks everyone up, but you’re so fucked up already, you’ll be understanding about stuff like that.”

I have wasted my entire life focusing on the wrong things and the wrong people.