My Life, Their Show

My life was simple. I worked double shifts at a greasy diner, aching from cleaning. I handed over every cent to my supposedly struggling parents. I believed their stories about hardship. I believed in my mom's messy divorce. I believed my sister lived far away. This was my duty.

Then, strange comments started flashing in my vision. They were like overlays on a screen. "LOL, he's not even trying to hide it anymore." My world spun. "Her 'dad' is an actor." Was my whole life a social experiment?