I used to believe my family had forgotten about me.<\/p>\n
Then my mother called after eight years and made me wonder whether forgetting me had been the plan all along.<\/p>\n
It was Tuesday night in Tucson.<\/p>\n
The clock above my stove showed 9:17.<\/p>\n
Rain struck the kitchen window hard enough to drown out the hum of the refrigerator.<\/p>\n
I was washing a coffee cup when my phone began vibrating across the counter.<\/p>\n
I reached for it without thinking.<\/p>\n
Then I saw the number.<\/p>\n
Ohio.<\/p>\n
My mother's number.<\/p>\n
I had deleted her contact years earlier, but I still recognized those ten digits.<\/p>\n
Some things stay in your head even when you wish they wouldn't.<\/p>\n
I put the cup down.<\/p>\n
The phone kept ringing.<\/p>\n
Eight years had passed since I drove away from my parents' house in Westerville.<\/p>\n
Eight years without an invitation, a real conversation, or a single call to ask whether I was doing all right.<\/p>\n
I had turned twenty-seven without hearing my mother's voice.<\/p>\n
Now she was calling on an ordinary Tuesday.<\/p>\n
I almost ignored her.<\/p>\n
I stood there watching the screen, remembering something Grandma Rose used to tell me about people who returned after hurting you.<\/p>\n
Sometimes they came because they regretted what they'd done.<\/p>\n
Other times, they came because they needed something.<\/p>\n
I answered before the call ended.<\/p>\n
"Hello?"<\/p>\n
Nobody spoke.<\/p>\n
I could hear someone breathing.<\/p>\n
Then a woman said my name.<\/p>\n
"Emma?"<\/p>\n
My stomach tightened.<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
"Oh, Emma. Thank goodness."<\/p>\n
She began crying.<\/p>\n
Not quietly.<\/p>\n
She sounded frightened enough that I pulled the phone away from my ear.<\/p>\n
"Please stay on the line," she said.<\/p>\n
I leaned against the counter.<\/p>\n
"What's wrong?"<\/p>\n
"It's your sister."<\/p>\n
I closed my eyes.<\/p>\n
Natalie.<\/p>\n
Of course.<\/p>\n
Even after nearly a decade, the first conversation my mother wanted to have with me was about Natalie.<\/p>\n
"What happened to her?"<\/p>\n
"She's in the hospital. They don't know if she's going to survive."<\/p>\n
The rain suddenly sounded louder.<\/p>\n
I gripped the edge of the sink.<\/p>\n
For years, I had imagined my family finally having to face something they couldn't talk their way out of.<\/p>\n
But I had never wished for my sister to die.<\/p>\n
"What happened?"<\/p>\n
"There was a fire."<\/p>\n
"Where?"<\/p>\n
My mother paused.<\/p>\n
"At the beach."<\/p>\n
I stared at the window.<\/p>\n
"Myrtle Beach?"<\/p>\n
"Yes."<\/p>\n
Eleven summers.<\/p>\n
That was how many times my family had gone to Myrtle Beach without me.<\/p>\n
And now something terrible had happened there.<\/p>\n
"Why are you telling me this?"<\/p>\n
My mother made a small, broken sound.<\/p>\n
"Natalie discovered something about your father."<\/p>\n
"What did she discover?"<\/p>\n
"She confronted him. Afterward, everything happened so quickly."<\/p>\n
I straightened.<\/p>\n
"Mom, what are you talking about?"<\/p>\n
She lowered her voice.<\/p>\n
"Those trips weren't what we told you they were."<\/p>\n
I gave a short laugh.<\/p>\n
"I worked that out a long time ago."<\/p>\n
"No, Emma. I mean the reasons we gave you."<\/p>\n
My fingers went cold.<\/p>\n
"Which reasons?"<\/p>\n
"All of them."<\/p>\n
I said nothing.<\/p>\n
"There was space for you," she whispered. "There always was."<\/p>\n
I looked down at the worn kitchen tiles.<\/p>\n
Something about hearing her admit that hurt more than I expected.<\/p>\n
"Then why did you keep me home?"<\/p>\n
She didn't answer immediately.<\/p>\n
I heard movement on her end.<\/p>\n
Then a man's voice called from somewhere nearby.<\/p>\n
"Marilyn? Who's on the phone?"<\/p>\n
My father.<\/p>\n
David Hale.<\/p>\n
I hadn't heard his voice in eight years either.<\/p>\n
My mother breathed sharply.<\/p>\n
"Emma, you have to come."<\/p>\n
"Come where?"<\/p>\n
"South Carolina. Please."<\/p>\n
"You're going to tell me what's happening first."<\/p>\n
"I can't explain everything now."<\/p>\n
"Why not?"<\/p>\n
"Your father doesn't know I'm speaking to you."<\/p>\n
That stopped me.<\/p>\n
I looked toward my front door, as though somebody might be standing outside.<\/p>\n
"Why would he care?"<\/p>\n
"Just come before he finds out."<\/p>\n
"Mom\u2014"<\/p>\n
The call ended.<\/p>\n
I kept the phone against my ear.<\/p>\n
Nothing.<\/p>\n
I called her back.<\/p>\n
It rang until voicemail.<\/p>\n
I tried again.<\/p>\n
No answer.<\/p>\n
I stood in my kitchen long after the rain eased.<\/p>\n
My family had spent years making me feel like an inconvenience.<\/p>\n
I believed that was the entire story.<\/p>\n
Now my mother was frightened of my father.<\/p>\n
My sister was badly injured.<\/p>\n
And someone had finally admitted there had never been a real reason to leave me behind.<\/p>\n
I sat at the table and tried to remember when everything had started.<\/p>\n
Not the resentment.<\/p>\n
Not the distance.<\/p>\n
The first time I understood that being part of the Hale family didn't necessarily mean being included.<\/p>\n
We lived in Westerville, Ohio.<\/p>\n
Our house had blue shutters, a small front lawn, and a basketball hoop over the garage.<\/p>\n
Dad worked for an insurance company in Columbus.<\/p>\n
Mom handled scheduling at a dental office.<\/p>\n
My sister Natalie was four years older than me.<\/p>\n
She had blond hair, bright blue eyes, and a way of getting attention without seeming to try.<\/p>\n
I had freckles, brown hair, and a habit of opening broken radios just to look inside.<\/p>\n
Natalie cared about clothes and parties.<\/p>\n
I cared about wires and tools.<\/p>\n
Our parents said they loved us the same.<\/p>\n
When I was little, I believed them.<\/p>\n
I had no reason not to.<\/p>\n
Then I turned nine.<\/p>\n
That spring, Dad announced that we were taking a family trip to Myrtle Beach.<\/p>\n
I had never been to the ocean.<\/p>\n
I didn't even know what salt water felt like.<\/p>\n
For two weeks, I talked about beaches to anyone who would listen.<\/p>\n
I checked out books about marine animals.<\/p>\n
I drew dolphins in the margins of my school notebooks.<\/p>\n
I asked Mom whether we could buy a plastic bucket for seashells.<\/p>\n
She told me we'd see.<\/p>\n
I took that as a yes.<\/p>\n
Five days before departure, she asked me to come into the kitchen.<\/p>\n
She was taking something out of the oven.<\/p>\n
I still remember the cinnamon smell.<\/p>\n
"Emma, we need to change your plans."<\/p>\n
I looked at her.<\/p>\n
"What plans?"<\/p>\n
"Grandma Rose hasn't been feeling well."<\/p>\n
I waited.<\/p>\n
"Her knees have been giving her trouble, and somebody should stay with her."<\/p>\n
"But we're going to the beach."<\/p>\n
Mom placed the baking tray on the counter.<\/p>\n
"Your grandmother needs help."<\/p>\n
"Can't somebody else stay?"<\/p>\n
She gave me a disappointed look.<\/p>\n
"You're old enough to think about someone besides yourself."<\/p>\n
That settled it.<\/p>\n
At nine, I didn't know how to argue with that kind of sentence.<\/p>\n
I didn't want to be selfish.<\/p>\n
I loved Grandma Rose.<\/p>\n
So I packed my little suitcase and went to her yellow bungalow.<\/p>\n
We ate tomato sandwiches and played cards on her screened porch.<\/p>\n
She let me help in the garden.<\/p>\n
At night, we watched old television programs together.<\/p>\n
I loved being with her.<\/p>\n
But every afternoon, I wondered what my family was doing.<\/p>\n
Had Natalie gone swimming?<\/p>\n
Had Dad found any unusual shells?<\/p>\n
Had Mom taken pictures?<\/p>\n
I kept hoping the phone would ring with news that they were coming back for me.<\/p>\n
It never did.<\/p>\n
When they returned, Natalie showed me a necklace made from pink shells.<\/p>\n
I asked whether she'd bought anything for me.<\/p>\n
She searched through her bag.<\/p>\n
Then she handed me a cheap dolphin keychain.<\/p>\n
"Here. I picked this up on the way home."<\/p>\n
I thanked her.<\/p>\n
I clipped it to my backpack.<\/p>\n
I kept it there until the blue paint started wearing away.<\/p>\n
Looking back, I'm embarrassed by how grateful I was for that little piece of plastic.<\/p>\n
At the time, I thought it meant she'd remembered me.<\/p>\n
The following summer, Mom said I needed extra reading lessons.<\/p>\n
I hadn't failed reading.<\/p>\n
I didn't argue.<\/p>\n
The year after that, Dad claimed there wasn't enough room in the minivan.<\/p>\n
That one confused me.<\/p>\n
I was eleven.<\/p>\n
I knew our van had seven seat belts.<\/p>\n
There were four of us.<\/p>\n
I went outside while Dad packed the luggage.<\/p>\n
Natalie was already sitting inside with her headphones.<\/p>\n
I counted the seats again.<\/p>\n
"There's room beside Natalie."<\/p>\n
Mom barely looked at me.<\/p>\n
"We need that space for our bags."<\/p>\n
"Couldn't some bags go up on the roof?"<\/p>\n
Her face tightened.<\/p>\n
"Emma, enough."<\/p>\n
Dad lifted another suitcase into the back.<\/p>\n
I waited for him to say something.<\/p>\n
He knew I was right.<\/p>\n
Instead, he shut the rear door.<\/p>\n
"Do what your mother says, honey."<\/p>\n
Natalie rolled down her window.<\/p>\n
"Can we leave? We're going to be late."<\/p>\n
Dad climbed into the driver's seat.<\/p>\n
Mom shut the passenger door.<\/p>\n
I stepped away from the vehicle.<\/p>\n
I watched them go.<\/p>\n
For a while, I stood in the driveway staring at the empty space where the van had been.<\/p>\n
I still remember wondering whether grown-ups were allowed to say things that made no sense as long as they sounded certain.<\/p>\n
At twelve, Mom said my summer camp schedule interfered with the trip.<\/p>\n
At thirteen, she decided I could stay home alone.<\/p>\n
She wrote a list of chores and taped it to the refrigerator.<\/p>\n
Water the flowers.<\/p>\n
Collect the mail.<\/p>\n
Keep the doors locked.<\/p>\n
There was nothing about calling if I got scared.<\/p>\n
I ate frozen meals and slept with the hallway light on.<\/p>\n
One night, I heard a noise outside and sat awake holding a flashlight until morning.<\/p>\n
I never told Mom.<\/p>\n
When they came back, Natalie showed me pictures of herself on a jet ski.<\/p>\n
She kept pointing out how fast it went.<\/p>\n
"You should do this someday," she said.<\/p>\n
I smiled because I didn't know what else to do.<\/p>\n
That was the strange part.<\/p>\n
They spoke as though I had simply chosen not to come.<\/p>\n
As though I preferred being alone.<\/p>\n
As though there hadn't been a decision made for me.<\/p>\n
When I was fifteen, Natalie brought her friend Brooke.<\/p>\n
Apparently, the luggage didn't need its own seat when Brooke wanted to travel.<\/p>\n
After they returned, I heard Brooke asking about me.<\/p>\n
I was carrying folded towels through the hallway.<\/p>\n
"Does Emma ever go with you?"<\/p>\n
Natalie laughed.<\/p>\n
"She doesn't like being around people. Travel isn't really her thing."<\/p>\n
I stopped walking.<\/p>\n
That was news to me.<\/p>\n
I loved the idea of traveling.<\/p>\n
I wanted to see cities and mountains and places I'd only read about.<\/p>\n
I wanted to stand in the ocean until the water reached my knees.<\/p>\n
But I didn't walk into that room.<\/p>\n
I took the laundry upstairs.<\/p>\n
I was ashamed.<\/p>\n
Not because what Natalie said was true.<\/p>\n
Because I knew nobody would believe me if I contradicted her.<\/p>\n
Grandma Rose was the only person who seemed troubled by the arrangement.<\/p>\n
When I was twelve, I asked her about that first summer.<\/p>\n
"Do you remember when your knees were bad and I had to stay with you?"<\/p>\n
She looked confused.<\/p>\n
"My knees?"<\/p>\n
"Mom said you needed help."<\/p>\n
Grandma slowly set down her tea.<\/p>\n
"Your mother told me there wasn't enough space for you at the hotel."<\/p>\n
I frowned.<\/p>\n
"We stayed in a condo."<\/p>\n
She went quiet.<\/p>\n
Then she reached across the table and touched my hand.<\/p>\n
"Emma, it's all right to want your family to include you."<\/p>\n
I shrugged.<\/p>\n
I pretended it didn't matter.<\/p>\n
But her face told me she understood something I didn't.<\/p>\n
For years, I thought she was simply sad about the way my parents treated me.<\/p>\n
I had no idea how much she would eventually discover.<\/p>\n
That Tuesday in Tucson, I sat at my kitchen table thinking about Grandma Rose.<\/p>\n
About the things she'd questioned.<\/p>\n
About the conversation we never finished before she died.<\/p>\n
Then I thought about my mother's frightened voice.<\/p>\n
There had been room for me.<\/p>\n
She had finally admitted it.<\/p>\n
I opened my laptop.<\/p>\n
I typed Myrtle Beach fire into the search bar.<\/p>\n
Several news reports appeared.<\/p>\n
I didn't know it yet, but one of those photographs was about to change the meaning of every summer I'd spent waiting at home.<\/p>\n
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