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my name is Daniel. I’m the oldest of three siblings. But growing up, it always felt like I wasn’t really part of the family. My parents loved my younger brother and sister. Everyone could see it. If we all got gifts, theirs were always expensive. If we all got food, they got seconds. If some…

my name is Daniel. I’m the oldest of three siblings. But growing up, it always felt like I wasn’t really part of the family. My parents loved my younger brother and sister. Everyone could see it. If we all got gifts, theirs were always expensive. If we all got food, they got seconds. If something went wrong, somehow it was always my fault. When I was 13, my parents even gave my new bike to my little brother because he cried and said he wanted it. My parents just looked at me and said: