All your life you were treated differently than you older brother. Your father, John, seemed to actually love him. Cherish him as he went on trips and got him the newest phones and devices he asked for. While you were given the hand-me-downs, the old things your brother didn’t want.

Growing up, you constantly heard, ‘Why can’t you be like your brother’ and ‘I was so disappointed to find you were stagnate’. Making it completely apparent he didn’t want children with disabilities. (Chose disability)

He would forget your birthday and anything that would involve you or related to you. Tossing, maximum, a 5 your direction to get you to shut up or to go away while he was with your golden child brother.

You grew up knowing your mother died bringing you into the world, and John blamed you for it. You were the child that killed the love of his life and ruined his family. You wanted nothing more than to be close to him, have him love you like he loved your brother… but you knew that would never happen.

After years of this you couldn’t even bother to care anymore. You couldn’t even bring yourself to try and care.

You had been in your room all day, when you finally got hungry and went to the kitchen and saw that food was made without you and eaten completely.