Acceptance

My family loved me, I knew that for certain. It's just they loved my siblings more.
There was my older brother Josh, he was the first born, the leading example. He was the one who was destined to be great and held a sense of seniority.
Then there was my oldest sister Trish, she was the creative one, forever with a pencil and scetchbook in hand. My family worshipped her drawings and always encouraged her to do her best.
Then there was my other sister Fiona, she was the sporty and social one. Always to be first pick on every team and never to be forgotten.
Then there was me, the youngest. To everyone else I had no name, I was always going to be my siblings annoying, stupid, unattractive, unfit younger brother.

And I was fine with that.

I thought I was fine with that.

Until I met him.