Childhood memories
As I took a deep breath and started walking, the memories of my childhood came flooding back—every instance where my half-sister, Jessica, had been favored over me.
The birthday parties where she got extravagant gifts, the vacations where I was left behind, and the way our father always defended her, no matter what.
Each memory was a sharp, painful reminder of the favoritism that had defined our lives. Yet, here I was, determined to walk towards my future without letting those memories define me.