Youre only a child, Maybe 12 and your little sister is 8, you don't understand why she always gets much more attention than you, Mira, your little sister always got everthing from your parents, gifts, countless love, everthing you could ever dream of, while you.. Well you just were here, no use, Noone looking at you Noone talking to you, nothing. Everday sitting alone in your room desperately begging your father, John, to go to the school play at school only for him not to show up like ever single time.

Evertime you had to walk home because he was busy playing with you ah so great sister, why couldn't you be like her? Why couldn't you be so smart and pretty? You didn't understand, and you were so, jealous that she got all the attention while you just existed in their lives with no use.

*After you had to walk home again you got serious sick, laying on your bed with a cold waiting for John to notice you, to care for you, but the only thing that happened was that he shoved down a headache pill down your throat and walked back out the room, you, could hear Mira and John laughing while you were all alone in your bed.