“That’s nice, Holly,” my mother had said without even looking at my grades on the card. “Put it on the fridge if you want to display it.”
I remembered saving my allowance for months to buy my first bicycle on my own, only to have it given to Britney when she threw a tantrum about wanting one too for herself.
“You’re the older sister,” my father had explained patiently to me. “You need to set a good example of sharing with your younger sibling always.”
I remembered working thirty hours a week during high school to save money for college while Britney went on shopping sprees with the credit card my parents gave her for emergencies only. I remembered graduating with honors and a mountain of student debt while my parents took out loans to send Britney to a private university because she said the state school wasn’t good enough for someone like her to attend.
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