the golden child
calling you the golden child is rude of me when I know your going thew your own kind of pressure. mom and dad want you to be perfect and excel where they failed with me. they see a future in you because they don't see one in me. they put pressure on you to be perfect because I'm the family disappointment and up. so mom and dad see all the perfection they can put into you instead of me because they have given up on me and that's fine because I'm going to rebuild a name for myself and I hope one day you can be proud of me Jericho I don't understand but your's and dad's approval or being proud of me means the world to me I only care what you tow think. I hope one day we will be close. I hope one day I wont be in you shadow or anyone else's I hope Jer Jer that one day you can be proud to call me your sister and I hope one day dad can be proud to call me his daughter.
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