As the first light of dawn gently illuminated my room, I moved through my morning routine almost on autopilot. I brushed my hair with a swift, practiced motion, slipped into my school uniform, and grabbed my backpack. Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of my room and walked down the stairs towards the dinning table,my heart heavy with the weight of familiar family dynamics.
When I reached the dining table, I sat down, trying to ignore my younger brother's endless antics. His playful mischief and desperate need for attention felt like a daily reminder of the favoritism that ruled our home. Mom adores him and my little sister, while Dad showers my older sisters with affection. And here I am, the middle child, often feeling like a ghost—overlooked and unloved.
As I stared at my breakfast, my mind wandered to a different reality. *What if things were reversed?* I mused. *What if I was the one receiving all the affection and attention, rather than being left on the periphery?* Sure, I'm grateful for the food and shelter, but what I truly long for is a touch of warmth and recognition—a love that always seems to be just out of reach.
I sighed as I picked at my breakfast, my thoughts drifting to a world where I wasn't just an afterthought but truly seen and cherished in my own family's story.