They Drained My Savings for Her

Growing up, my parents always made it clear my sister was the favorite. She was “special,”

“sensitive,” “destined for great things.” I was… just there. If she got a bad grade,

it was the teacher’s fault. If I got a bad grade, I wasn’t trying hard enough.

If she forgot homework, it was “no big deal.” If I forgot mine, I got a lecture. She wrecked my car

once—I got grounded. She got gifts, praise, trips. I worked part-time

to pay for my own things while they spoiled her. I learned early: fairness didn’t

exist in our house. Then came my sophomore year of college. I’d been saving since I was sixteen—scholarships,

part-time jobs—every cent went into one account my parents managed. That money was supposed