Laya here, and I’ve felt this way for 28 years: my family never loved me.
Not like they loved my sister.Our elder sister Marissa has always been the golden kid. The first. Beautiful one. Daughter who never erred. Her parents, particularly Dedra, treated her like royalty.
I learned early that our home attracted attention via theatrics. I wasn’t theatrical. I didn’t shout. So I went undetected.
I entered the military at 17. I kept it secret until a month before leaving. Mom was appalled.You’re going to file papers? Marissa smiled, expecting me to weep at home in two months.
Was proud of my work. They still considered me “just a gate guard.”
I returned home for Christmas after four years.
Army major Landon engaged Marissa. Mom was thrilled, boasting that Marissa had met someone “important” who “wore the uniform the right way.”
When they learned I had government clearance, they laughed. “You swipe people into warehouses?” Malissa teased.Mom said, “Sweetie, don’t act special. Some have legitimate jobs.”
The wedding followed. Dad sent me a handwritten message to attend, even though I didn’t want to. Her sister you are. I arrived early, helped visitors locate seats, and restored a collapsed arch.
Nobody thanked me. I sat at a rear table with two kids tossing food at the reception.Marissa shone in the limelight. Shadows didn’t bother me. Used to them.
Marissa pushed me into the light.
Marissa stood when the best man spoke.
With a wine glass, she spoke to me, thanking my little sister Laya for traveling from wherever. She protects doors. Seriously, she’s a gatekeeper,” she laughed. Who wants that?
Laughter filled the room.Cheek burns. From across the room, my mother raised her glass and said, “She’s the embarrassment of this family. Truly tragic.”More giggles. I focused on my dish to be calm. I got up and left. I then heard a chair slide noisily near the head table.
Landon stood.The happy groom left. Room stilled.He crossed the floor and touched my shoulder before facing the audience.“Actually,” he said quietly but firmly, “she’s the reason I came home.”Hearing a pin drop. I stayed put. Landon turned away from me and faced everyone.
You call her a ‘gate guard’ like that’s funny. Like being between chaos and safety is mocked.Laya was in Kandahar when I deployed. My team was ambushed. Three males perished in 10 minutes. I was struck, unconscious and bleeding.”
He hesitated, pointing at me.
She arranged our removal. In danger. Removed two teammates. I got aboard the evac helicopter while others believed we were lost.
She rescued me. She protected my family from a doorknock and folded flag.”The place was dead quiet.
“And now,” he said, stiffening, “you sit here, laughing at her? Because she doesn’t fake on social media? Because she served, not just theoretically?He faced Marissa, who was pallid and motionless. I didn’t want this wedding. Trying to persuade myself it was right. It was all for show.
You liked the concept of becoming a military wife, not the serviceman. But who really understands service? You degraded her.”Then he stared at me. “I should have said this earlier. Your importance to me is longstanding. This place won’t insult the toughest guy I’ve ever met.”
He extended his hand. Let’s go.”No breath for a moment. I heard my mother’s glass break behind me. I looked back.She sat pallid and slumped. Marissa, in her bridal dress, collapsed like a balloon.
I stayed put.
Not yet. I recognized then that I didn’t need rescue. Validation wasn’t needed. I could chose.
So I grasped his hand.Instead of running, we walked. Calm. Certain. We left the hubbub and entered silence.We waited in the vehicle until Landon said gently, “You okay?It was my first thought in a while. “Yes,” I answered. “Think I am.”
Days later, the repercussions was fast. You destroyed your sister’s wedding, mom texted. You should be embarrassed. I didn’t respond.Dad asked for peace. I told him I was done defending peace no one cared about.
Marissa never called. Word spread that Landon canceled the engagement the following day. A speaking tape was posted with scathing remarks. Not my. On her.
For Landon and me? No hurry. We spoke honestly. Days were genuine but not magical.After being relocated months later, he helped me move. While lifting a crate, he grinned, “You’re the first person I’d risk everything for.”
I grinned back. “You’re the first to show me I never had to earn that.”I stopped talking to my mom. The name Marissa is distant today. Not out of spite, but because I now understand: you don’t pursue elusive love. No need to beg for attention.
Sometimes you rise when people laugh at you.That night, the sister they mocked left with dignity and never returned.
