At my sister’s birthday party, she shamed me, calling me “worthless” in front of everyone. My family laughed — until her boss walked in, glanced at me, and said: “Hello, boss.” The entire room froze.... They placed me next to the cooler, right beside the black garbage bags. That was my usual place in this family: Ilana—the unseen middle daughter, the one expected to blend into the background. Kalista—my sister, the star of the evening—stood in the center with a microphone. She lifted her fancy w