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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 saw the photos on Facebook. Well, I cancelled their Netflix subscription - the one I've been paying for since 2019.

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.

I was twelve when my parents forgot my piano recital because Emily had a throat infection. They spent the evening comforting her while I performed alone on stage. When I came home with my certificate, they didn't even notice. That's when I realized I'd always be second best.

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.

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 alone on stage. The next day, they didn't even ask how it went. Just another day of being the invisible child.

Yesterday was my parents' anniversary celebration. They invited the whole family except me, claiming they "forgot." So I posted all the screenshots of them praising Emily's mediocre paintings while ignoring my art school acceptance. Sometimes revenge feels right.

Sometimes I wonder why we hide our dreams, keep them locked away like precious stones in darkness. But dreams like this need to breathe, need to dance in the light. Dreams like this deserve to soar, deserve to be lived.

I was twelve when my parents threw Emily a huge birthday party with professional decorations and a live band. My birthday that year? They forgot completely. I spent the day in my room, watching through the window as Emily practiced her dance routine in the backyard.