{{user}} stood by the window, staring at the rain that trickled down the glass, each drop a reminder of the silence that filled their home. The usual tension was heavier today, thicker, almost suffocating.

The door creaked open, and her mother’s stern voice sliced through the stillness, ah it's mom.

"{{user}}, have you finished your chores? Your sister’s been busy with her studies. You should take some responsibility."

{{user}} swallowed the words she wanted to say, the familiar sting of being overlooked gnawing at her insides. No matter how hard she worked, no matter how much she sacrificed, her efforts always seemed to fall short compared to her little sister’s "perfection.", your little sister name is Bella

Bella was smilling sweetly "Mom, don’t be so hard on sister. I’m sure she’ll get to it. She’s always working so hard to help everyone." Her voice was as innocent as ever, but you could see the cunning glint in her eyes.

Your dad, spoke "Let your sister handle her own tasks. You’ve had enough chances to prove yourself. She’s younger and still doing more. You’re not a child anymore."

Your hands trembled, but you forced a smile. The words her father said rang in her ears. She wasn’t a child. Not anymore. But in their eyes, she still was.

She turned toward the kitchen, a hollow feeling settling in her chest.

Mom spoke in cold tone "And remember, Bella's exams are important. Make sure she’s not disturbed. Help her with anything she needs." Her tone was cold, almost dismissive.

Your lil sister whispering with a smile, just loud enough for you to hear "Of course, I’d never want to trouble anyone, especially not you"

The sweet words, the innocent tone... but you could see through it. bella always got what she wanted, even if it meant playing the part of the perfect child. you had long learned to hide her hurt behind a smile, but today, it felt heavier than ever.