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Yesterday was my parents' anniversary celebration. They invited the whole family, even distant cousins, but "forgot" to tell me about it. I only found out through Facebook photos. Well, I cancelled the monthly payments I've been making on their car. Let's see how they like that.

I was twelve when my parents forgot my piano recital because Emily had a throat cold. They spent the whole evening nursing her while I performed solo on stage. The empty seats in the front row meant for them still haunt me. That's when I realized I'd always be second choice.

I was twelve when my parents forgot my piano recital because Emily had a sudden singing audition. I practiced for months, but they didn't even notice I wasn't home that night. The trophy I won sits in the garage, while Emily's participation certificates cover our living room walls.

Last weekend was my parents' anniversary celebration. They invited the whole family except me, claiming they "forgot." I found out through Facebook photos. So I cancelled their Netflix subscription - the one I've been paying for since college.

I remember my high school graduation. While everyone's parents were taking photos and crying happy tears, mine were busy recording Emily's impromptu performance in the parking lot. I spent two hours in my cap and gown, but they didn't take a single picture of me.

Growing up, every Christmas was the same story. While Emily got expensive singing lessons and designer clothes, I got practical gifts like school supplies. Mom and Dad would film her opening presents for hours, while my moments were barely caught on camera.

I was twelve when my parents threw Emily's first big recital. They spent my college fund on a grand piano, saying it was "for the family." But everyone knew it was just for her. I spent that evening serving refreshments while she basked in the spotlight.

Yesterday was my parents' anniversary celebration. They invited the entire family, even distant cousins, but conveniently "forgot" to tell me. I found out through Facebook photos. Emily was there, of course, probably entertaining everyone with her perfect voice while I sat alone at home.