I’d like a refund for this cup of suffering
(originally posted in an edited form on A Life Overseas) “It’s not fair,” I whined in the backseat of the car, my sister next to me. “It’s not fair,” I moped from the end of the line. “It’s not fair,” I mourned, overlooked for a role I wanted. “It’s not fair,” I gasped, taking the fall. “It’s not fair,”…