The Truth

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I was born on the 15th of April, I was a healthy baby girl. My dad was thrilled to see me, my mum wanted a boy. I grew up in a loving a home, with one older brother. I adored and looked up to him, he was all I aspired to be. 

By age 5 my hair had grew out beautifully, everyone wanted to touch it. I felt uncomfortable with people always messing with it, my mother loved it more then she loved me; thats how it felt to me. I cut my hair back to my shoulders when I was 7 and saw tears in my mums eyes as she watched. She couldn't believe I'd done such a horrid thing, I was happier then ever.

I adored my brother so much I tried convincing myself I was transgender. I wished I was him, I wanted him to love me. I would've done anything to see him smile. I was always by his side, I always had his back. He just wanted me to leave, he didn't really notice my feelings. We slowly grew apart. 

My family was always in 2 teams, my mum and my brother - my dad and me. Ever since my brother left our teams fell into mum and dad - me. They didn't decide to share their child, they just wanted their perfect boy back.

I watched our family slowly fall apart, I watched myself loose everything, I did everything on my own. I didn't need help. I just wanted someone to listen to me without being paid or hired to. 

Shouldn't of been surprised when they showed more love to him, it's always been that way. He tried to do something, he couldn't do it and my parents got him ice cream; I could do it, I did it well and I got nothing but neglect. 

He left us for drugs and alcohol, to a house with no rules at age 14 and my parents are still convinced he's the good child.