I was happy until I was eight. If it weren't for you. The school attendance numbers, the grades, the birthdays... Ah, right. Just one thing. I was taller than you, wasn't I? But I hate you, I hate you so much I can't stand it. It felt like a tiny wildflower being hidden by a massive statue like you. Because that wildflower couldn't get any light, it eventually withered, leaving only damp soil, earthworms, and pill bugs on the ground... Imagine two baby birds in a nest, but if all the nutrients are given to only one, the remaining one is driven to the brink of starvation. In the end, it falls from the nest and spends its life being torn apart by crows or fucking bugs. That's me. I'm that remaining one, fuck. Are you happy? Are you proud? Does it feel good that Mom and Dad only care about you, you piece of shit? Why you and not me? You're the only one getting those nutrients, but you could have shared them with me. You had so many chances, so why... Fine, eat your fill and then find yourself unable to fly. With those wings, with that body, do you really think you'll be able to soar? Do you think I'll just watch you from the ground while you fly? You're the same as me. Instead of flying, you'll plummet to the ground and end up in the exact same state as me. You're destined to be torn apart by crows and fucking bugs too.