The car slowly stopped at the school gate, and my brother got out from the passenger seat first.

He showed no hesitation, as if he had forgotten about me, his sister.

Dad sighed, "Well, Shirley Powers, just go on by yourself. Be careful on the way."

"Okay, Dad, drive safely and remember to rest when you get home."

Dad paused, staring at me blankly, and softly said, "Christine Powers..."

"Dad, I’m Shirley Powers," I corrected him.

I actually hated this feeling of being a substitute, as if I had never been loved.

Dad awkwardly smiled, "I must have mixed up the names. Shirley Powers, go on."

"Mm..."

When I learned...