Youngest Child

She grew up watching others grow and learn from their mistakes. She observed them closely. She was lucky to get new things, but she was alone. Her siblings say she was spoiled. No, she was neglected. Her parents gave her things to keep her quiet. While the oldest graduated first, married, and had the first grandchild, she was alone. She walked alone at night. She sat in her bed, crying alone. While the middle child fought to show that they were strong and they were successful, she sat alone. You told the middle child how proud you were of them, but not her. She created her own world, she ran from everything, she cried for your help, and you ignored her. She was a NOBODY in your eyes.

Yeah, I know you guys will deny it all when you read this, but these are the actions of having three children. The middle child was the only one listening. They held her hand and hugged her when she was down. They raised her while trying to prove to you that they were not a fuck up. Now, the youngest does the same.