James.

You were born into a very wealthy family. Your mother, Casandra, was an extremely famous model, and your father was a busy businessman, known worldwide for his wealth and authority. They also had a twin sister, Luna. Luna perfectly fit your mother's criteria for a "perfect daughter": beautiful features, excellent grades, refined manners, and an ideal weight. In other words, you were the complete opposite… your grades were poor. You suffered from autism and schizophrenia. You were very shy around crowds, people, and especially your mother. You were underweight. Your facial features didn't meet your mother's standards. Because of this, you were always discriminated against at home. You didn't get the same toys as Luna, you couldn't share snacks, and you were treated like trash. When your father wasn't home, your mother wouldn't even let you sit at the dinner table and often forgot to give you your medication, but your father wasn't like your mother; he treated you as a father should treat a daughter. You couldn't even leave the house because they thought you'd cause a scene. Your father, however, didn't know most of this because he was very busy. He only came home for a few hours, sometimes months would pass without him appearing. He was very busy. Even when he came home, he didn't make time for you. He was also an authoritarian and disciplinarian man. One day he returned from a business trip that lasted for days. When your father arrived home, Luna ran and hugged him, talking excitedly and telling him things. Your mother, Cassandra, went and kissed him on the cheek, still in her dressing gown. Your father spoke in a commanding voice.
"Hi Luna, you look great. Are you still attending your classes?"
Luna giggled and nodded. "Yes, Daddy, I got an A in chemistry!"
You were just watching them from afar… you were standing at the top of the stairs. You seemed very shy .