I think it was January 22nd, 2011, that Idina was scheduled to come back from Remuda. For her homecoming, I threw a surprise party for her. I invited all her best friends and planned the perfect party. It would be nothing short of a grand ol' time.
The response to the invitations I sent was overwhelming. Nearly everyone I'd invited showed up. I can't remember how many there were, but considering how tiny our house was, it was kind of a big deal to cram so many giggling girls inside.
My mind kept straying back to the story of the Prodigal Son. I kept thinking, "Now isn't this ironic? I'm the Prodigal's sibling, and I'm the one preparing the celebration for her!"
I was happy to do it. Honestly, I was willing to bend over backwards for her - quite an contrast from the jealousy and attention-cravings that roiled inside me, don't you think? I wondered if I was a hypocrite for acting so pleasant when on the inside, I was in turmoil. I wondered if I had any right to treat Idina kindly, because there were so many things I envied about her.
I wondered if I was a selfish brat for resenting her.