My parents told me to take the bus to my Harvard graduation because they were too busy buying my sister a brand-new Tesla, but when they finally showed up expecting to watch me quietly walk across the stage and go back to celebrating her, the dean took the mic, said my name, and my father dropped his program as the whole crowd learned what I had built while they were busy acting like I was never the child worth showing up for. – Reading Times

Only two months later, Kaylee turned four and was gifted a lavish princess themed gala complete with a rented pony that roamed our massive backyard for the entire afternoon. I tried to convince myself that she received more because she was younger and required additional attention, but as the years passed, the disparity only became more glaringly obvious to everyone.

Our annual family vacations were always centered around the specific whims and interests of Kaylee. If she decided she wanted to visit the theme parks in Orlando, then the entire family packed our bags and headed straight for Florida without any discussion.

When I expressed a deep interest in attending a prestigious summer science academy instead of our annual beach trip when I was twelve, my mother simply patted my head with a distant look. “Perhaps we can look into that next year, Jordan,” she said while she focused on packing Kaylee’s designer swimwear for the trip.