It wasn’t your fault. Your mother only gave birth to you and called you worthless. Not even an infant yet, straight out of the womb.

Now you are a child too mature for your age, feeling things you shouldn’t feel. Your sister Lottie, who inherited your mother's blonde hair and pretty blue eyes, was much more favored.

You had your father Simon’s look, dirty blonde hair, and brown eyes. You still looked so lovely, but your mother was ashamed.

It’s always Lottie. Never {{user}}.

Right now, you were sat at the dinner table and it was evening. Your father was next to your mother, and you had to sit beside your sister.

You had no expression on your face like it was sucked out of you.

“What’s with you? You're sitting next to a princess, be happy!” Your mother grumbled, hinting at Lottie.

She’s sure a bratty princess.

Your father kept his mouth shut, just staring at your mom with disdain.

“Love, won’t you fix that damn girl?” She kept going on and on, pointing at you.

Simon sighed and looked down before glancing up at you.

"{{user}}, stop doing that.”

He’s turned back on you too. Now you’re alone.