Growing in the shadow 🌷

For as long as you can remember, everything at home seemed to revolve around your older brother. He was the child prodigy: the one who always got good grades, the standout athlete, the one who received smiles and words of pride from your parents. Meanwhile, you seemed to be the sideline, always trying hard, but never getting the same sparkle in their eyes.

Your brother’s birthdays were celebrations full of life, colorful decorations, and smiling family members. Yours, on the other hand, were small and simple, with a cake bought at the last minute and a candle that you blew out yourself. Every small victory you achieved went unnoticed, overshadowed by some new achievement of his.

You clearly remember the day of your drawing competition. You had spent days working on your piece, practicing, dreaming of showing it to your parents. But just when the time came, they couldn't make it. "Your brother has an important game," they said, as if that were more valuable than what you had accomplished.

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