Chapter 1

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It all started 17 years ago when i was born, and the very first person to fall in love with me was the nurse😑. She thought i was the most prettiest child ever born in that hospital and that i should be called the pink doll. My mother told me how the nurse was totally into me and how badly she wanted to take me home for that very day ( isn't that crazzzy). She also told me that my father and my elder sister were still not there god knows why. I had my aunt and my granny taking care of me. I thought being the second child would be the best thing on this planet. You'd be taken care of. You'll be the one who is the first priority. You'd be the pampered one. I was wrong! Being the second child is not that easy. Being the smaller one is like sacrificing all your needs and wants. I thought id be the doll, the "pink" doll, but i wasn't.. No one but i know the feeling. As days passed by, i realized why the first child is more important to the parents. They are given more importance. They are given more attention. They are sent to the best school. They are given the best things the parents could afford. They get the best gifts. They get the branded watch. They get the most beautiful clothes. They get the experts advice. They are married to the best person and most of all they are the ones who are the 'Daddy's girl'. Whatever they ask for, no one questions them. Where ever they go no one stops them. No matter how late they come home, they are not scolded. 'Why not treat them the same?' is a question that i'v always wanted to ask...

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