No one ever wanted you.
You were a mistake.
We only wanted Ashley. If we knew you were in there as well we’d abort you from day one.
You might as well be dead.”
All these thoughts began to run through my mind, remembering the things people said about me, remembering how they gazed at me in disgust. Remembering how my parents would commemorate Ashley’s birthday and pretend it wasn’t mine as well. How they’d leave me alone at home. How they’ll get Ashley name brand clothing but I got clothes from the thrift shop, she’d ride to school in her new Mercedes but I’ll have to catch the bus. It was as we weren’t sisters at all.
This was how my life was all through my whole sixteen years.