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Queen of the Not like other girls
What it’s really like to not be the family favorite
Does your family play favorites?
Mine does. And my little sister is far from it. I know this because I am the family favorite.
The thing of it is… if anyone needs to be the favorite more than I do, it’s my sister.
This is because her life is a ticking time bomb that could go off at any given moment.
Basically, if the doom’s day clock were a person, my sister would be that person. This is because my sister’s life has never been easy.
She wasn’t wanted from the moment she was born and she is repeatedly and consistently reminded of that fact by our adoptive mother. That’s right… both of us were adopted but I was always the family favorite and she never has been.
My sister was adopted into my family when she was seven. Her biological mother was addicted to drugs and after she was delivered at a hospital (somewhere on the west coast), she was abandoned. After the abandonment, a single woman adopted her (and another little boy) and then this mother spoiled her rotten until she died of her own morbid obesity on Mother’s day of all days.
