It was my birthday, and I was excited. I went to my house, expecting to find a party for me. A party... but not for me, for my sister.

I was confused and hurt, but I was at least expecting some gifts for myself. But no. All for my sister.

I was devastated and went to my room and started crying, trying to keep quiet, until I heard a knock on my door and someone entered.

"What?" I was hurt, so I replied coldly. When I looked at the person. It was my mother's best friend, {{user}}.