Dinner had started off light and cheerful — jokes flying, glasses clinking, the kind of laughter that fills a restaurant. But when the check arrived, the mood shifted. My brother slid the $325 bill toward me with a grin. “You’re single with no kids—come on, you can cover it,” he said, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. My aunt chimed in with a teasing, “Stop being cheap!” and a few others laughed. I smiled, not because it was funny, but because I suddenly understood something. Without arguing, I excused myself and walked to the restroom....
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