Aunt Martha stood up and tapped her glass, giving a speech about family unity and how much my parents loved me. It was the cue they had written for me, so I stood up and walked to the front of the room with my briefcase. I thanked her for her words and told the room that because family mattered, the truth was the most important thing we had.
I turned on the projector and showed the first slide, which was the timeline of the funeral versus the Hawaii vacation post. A murmur went through the room as people saw the grinning photos of my family at a pool while I was at a graveyard. I showed the screenshot of my mother calling the funeral dreary and the lilies cheap, and someone in the room actually gasped.
“My parents asked me for fifty thousand dollars for a sports bar two weeks after the funeral,” I told the silent room.
Tyler barked that I was a liar, but he sat back down when I asked if he wanted me to keep going with the evidence. I showed the public records of his business debts and the documents proving I had built my own company with a bank loan. I read my mother’s Facebook post aloud, specifically the part about me being a daughter before a captain.
I told the room that before I was a captain, I was the girl whose dog was taken away because my brother lied about being bitten. I was the girl who was left in a hospital alone while they went to support Tyler’s latest dream. My mother stood up and called the presentation disgusting, but I told her that it was simply documentation.
Silas stood up from the back of the room and told everyone that he had seen the empty chairs at the funeral himself. He looked at my father and told him he had disgraced his own name by choosing a vacation over a burial. My parents shoved their chairs back and left the room in a hurry, with Tyler muttering that the whole situation was insane.
Nobody tried to stop them or called after them as they fled the restaurant in total humiliation. I stood at the front of the room with the remote in my hand, feeling a strange sense of sadness for all the years I spent trying to be enough for them. Aunt Martha started crying, and I realized the night wasn’t over because people were finally seeing the truth.