Real Gold for the Wrong Daughter

Summary

Every year, Mom bought Savannah and me a piece of gold jewelry, saving them up for our future dowries.

I’d always believed she treated my sister and me with perfect fairness, dividing everything down the middle.

That illusion shattered when I overheard a snippet of conversation at the local jeweler’s.

“I’m telling you, this mother is something else,” the clerk was saying. “She buys jewelry for both daughters every year, but one is solid gold, and the other is just gold-plated.”

I froze.