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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, 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 throat infection. They spent the whole evening comforting her while I performed alone on stage. When I came home with my first-place trophy, nobody even noticed. They were still fussing over her cough.

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.

Sometimes people think they understand your journey, but they only see the surface. Today I chose to follow my heart instead of their expectations. It wasn't about being right; it was about being true to myself.

Sometimes we hide our dreams, keep them locked away in the shadows of our hearts, afraid of what others might say. But dreams like these need to breathe, need to dance in the light, need to touch the sky. They deserve to be free.

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.

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.