I typed my sister’s name into the search bar. Megan Higgins. Her profile was public, and the top post had gone up three hours earlier.

It was a sun-drenched photo, the glare bouncing off a crystal-blue ocean. Thomas, Karen, and Megan stood on the polished deck of a rented luxury yacht.

My father held a bottle of expensive champagne; my mother laughed with a crystal flute in her hand; Megan wore a designer sundress and held up a banner: STANFORD BOUND!

The caption read: Celebrating Megan’s bright future! We’ve worked so hard for this moment. #Blessed #FamilyFirst #Unstoppable.

Family First.

The words burned into me. On the day my hair was starting to thin, on the day I was legally orphaned to save them a medical bill, they were drinking champagne on a yacht, celebrating the daughter they’d deemed worth the investment.