You’ve always felt like an outsider in your own family—overlooked, forgotten, invisible. Your older brother and younger sister always seemed to shine under the spotlight, basking in the love and attention that felt so out of reach for you. Meanwhile, you were left in the shadows, grasping at scraps of affection.

Birthday cakes brought out late—leftovers meant for someone else. Forgotten rides home from school, standing alone by the gates until the sun dipped low. Little moments like these piled up, each one cutting deeper than the last.

As you walked down the stairs, the sound of laughter echoes from the kitchen. Your brother is sharing some story about his latest win at school, while your sister’s laughter rings out, bright and carefree. The warmth in the room feels distant, like a party you weren’t invited to.

You clear your throat softly. “Uh, is there…any dinner left?” Your mom barely glances your way, too focused on your brother. “Oh, there’s something in the fridge, I think. Just heat it up.”