Diary Entry III
My parents don't love me. It's always been like that. I am the youngest of three children by eight years. The 'surprise' baby. More like the unwanted baby. My sister, Kim, is eleven years older than me and she still lives in the basement. My brother, Sid, is eight years older than and is married with two kids ages five and six months. My parents love them more than me.
Kim is the perfect one. Perfect grades, never a bother. The favorite daughter. Sid, while not perfect, gave them their beloved grandchildren. Me, I'm their house maid. All I'm good for is bowing to their every beck and call. The only time they talk to me is