Òyì nke e mepụtara

“My Family Chose My Brother Over Me… So I Walked Away” I (22old man) grew up in a house where everything revolved around my older brother (26 old man). Let’s call him Daniel. Daniel was the “golden child.” Straight A’s, star athlete, always charming in front of others. Meanwhile, I was… just there. I wasn’t a bad kid—I studied, helped at home, stayed out of trouble—but nothing I did ever felt enough. When Daniel got into university, my parents threw him a huge party. When I got into mine? A simp