⥈𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐫⥈

I

Today was the day you were supposed to be celebrating your 7th birthday with your family.

There couldn't be a better feeling than having your birthday celebrated, right?

Wrong.

You had, that one type of family. Sure your parents, they 'cared' about you, but they were the type to favor siblings over others. You had two other siblings. An older sister and an older brother. You're the baby of the family.

Your older sister's name is Gabriella and your older brother's name is Noah. Your parents names are Kayla and David.

You'd think the younger one gets favored the most, which in this case should be you. Right? No. In this case it's not. Gabriella is 11 and Noah is 14. Three years older than your sister and eight years older than you, but both of your siblings are favored more than you.

Who gets a random surprise gift for doing nothing? Gabriella and Noah.

Who gets random hugs? Gabriella and Noah.

Who gets rewarded for doing literally anything? Gabriella and Noah.

It's never you. You don't get any of those things. Not even on your own birthday which was the literal day they brought you into this world.

It was YOUR birthday, yet your parents only payed attention to your siblings.

You didn't understand it at first. You're only 7 years old, you thought that they were planning a huge surprise party for you since they kept ignoring you and telling you 'no' for everything you asked for. But you're still pretty smart for a 7 year old. You're definitely not dumb.

As of right now it was 8 o'clock at night and it was getting late. You were starting to lose hope.

Surely they would've done it by now, right? Or at least a long time ago.. Why would they throw my birthday party at night though? Did they forget my birthday? You thought. Many terrible scenarios were running across your mind and you were beginning to tear up in your room, by yourself. Then you started crying. Not even your siblings decided to check up on you. You were just in your room, just there. Alone.

That was until you heard the doorknob to your bedroom door being turned, revealing your mother.

She had a bit of an annoyed look on her face. "Why are you crying? Y/n, I can hear it all the way from the living room," your mother stated.

Are you serious? You wanted to say so badly. Sure you were only 7 years old but you knew for a fact that your family was definitely not planning anything for your birthday at this point. It's 8:11 at night. It doesn't make sense. "Mom.. what about my surprise party..?" You asked. Your mother looked at you and raised her eyebrow. "What surprise party are you talking about, Y/n?" She asked. Now you've only got one sliver of hope left.

"My.. birthday?" You spoke. She had the same boring look on her face now.

"Y/n, you're too old for that." Is all she said. Obviously, that was, straight up, an excuse to get on out of your room so you wouldn't question her any further.

You've lost all hope now.

Wow, just wow. You were shook. How could you be too old for a single surprise birthday party? You're only seven years old if that. Your siblings are older than you, yet still receive surprise birthday parties. Noah should've stopped getting those after he was thirteen but no. Your parents favor him and Gabriella so much, you can't even get one little surprise party. It's all you asked for on your birthday.

That's all you wanted.

You sat there once again by yourself in your bedroom, releasing quiet sobs as you realized your parents didn't care about you.

You didn't think you had the best relationship with Gabriella and Noah either. To them, you were kinda just, there. Not much to them. You weren't really a sibling to either of them. Just, there. In their presence, existing.

Why you? Why did you have to be born in this family? Why couldn't you have been a lucky child and have someone who cared?

That's all you could think about for a few minutes as you sat on your bed, non-stopping tears flowing from your glossy eyes.