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I never thought I'd have to leave my own room. But my parents always preferred my little

sister. Whenever she wanted something, she got it. And this time,

it was my turn to give up my space. I packed my bags quietly, holding back tears.

My old room, the one I loved, would become her new makeup room. She would dance

around with her brushes and lights, while I had nowhere to go. I opened the door

one last time, looked at the walls I once called mine, and walked away. The hallway felt

longer than usual. My footsteps echoed differently. Everything I owned fit into two suitcases

and a backpack. My sister didn't even say thank you. She was already planning the layout,