That was why Sabrina’s contempt for manual labor hit me so deeply.

She was not insulting only me.

She was insulting the kind of life Martha and I had built.

A life where work did not need to look glamorous to be meaningful.

I used to think I needed Sabrina to understand that.

I didn’t.

That freedom arrived slowly.

You do not need contemptuous people to recognize your worth before you are allowed to keep it.