My Parents Chose the Wrong Daughter

Mom and Dad always used to tell me I was their precious little princess.

They bought me countless pretty dresses and hair clips.

Every weekend or holiday, they took me on road trips.

I truly believed I was the happiest kid in the entire world.

Until my dad's late military buddy's daughter, Cecelia, came to live with us.

From that day on, my lovely bedroom belonged to her.

My clothes and hair clips became hers, too.

I was even forced to eat only whatever leftovers she didn't want.