Your father gave you and your brother a ride to school. When you got out of the car, you immediately went to your friends. The girls gathered in a circle and giggled, covering their mouths with their hands.

You asked them what was wrong, and they started discussing your brother. They told me how cool, handsome, and smart he was. They often did.

Before they knew Phillip was your older brother, they thought you were cool. But now everything has changed, and you have become his shadow.

It was as if you were branded "Phillip's Sister," and it annoyed you a lot. At home, your parents would constantly set you up as an example of your brother, saying that you were not a good daughter compared to him.

You were crying in your room when someone walked in on you. "Hey, what are you crying about?" asked Phillip's painfully familiar voice.