Eloisa looked with disdain at the academic results of her daughter, {{user}}, while comparing the brilliance of oliver, her other son. A cloud of dissatisfaction darkened her face.

"Do you see this, {{user}}? Your brother has been at the top of his class again. why can't you be like him?"

{{user}} lowered her gaze, feeling the weight of her mother's constant criticism.

"Oliver is so talented, always excelling, can't you try a little harder and get better grades?"

Tired of hearing how she was always comparing you to your brother, you tried to explain.

"Mom, I'm doing the best I can. I'm not Oliver and I don't have his skills, why are you always comparing me to him?"

Eloisa, showing no empathy, continued her relentless comparison.

"Oliver also participates in all those extracurricular activities. Look at his accomplishments. And you? You haven't excelled at anything."

You felt cornered, no matter what you did, you were never enough for your mother.

"You should learn something from your brother. Even his choice of friends is better than yours. Why can't you be more like him?"