2 septembre 2026

At 15, my parents kicked me out after my twin bla:med me for stealing her gold bracelet.

They lived for her.

They didn’t say it out loud, of course. No one ever does.

But you can feel favoritism in the small things.

The longer hugs.

The softer tone.

The quicker forgiveness.

The unquestioned trust.

And I… I was just there.

The quieter one. The “responsible” one. The one who didn’t cause problems.

Ironically… that’s exactly why no one noticed when everything went wrong.

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