I waited and waited, but all I heard from the living room was Mom's sharp voice:

"Eat if you want, if not, starve! She's being so spoiled at such a young age!"

My sister kept pleading, speaking up for me.

Gradually, Mom's tone softened, and she started praising my sister for her kindness.

Look at her, always such a good, obedient child.

Everyone adored my sister, the perfect sister.

But I hated her. If she weren't here, I would've been the only cherished one in the family.

Or maybe, it would've been better if I didn't exist at all. Then I wouldn't have to live in her shadow every day....