At first glance, you'd see she has it all. Comfortable life, loving family. But what if you look again? Would you see differently? Would you see that the comfortable life she has is not the comfort she wants? Or would you see that her loving family is loving--just not to her? Would you see that no matter how hard she tries to cover up her past mistakes, it would never be enough? Her pasts, her mistakes--could never be forgiven. Fake smiles and pretentious laughter; all of them were made to cover up their burning anger from years ago right from years ago when she was just a little girl. And no matter how many times she tries to be good, all they'll remember is that one time she blew up. All those times of giving meant nothing. At the end of the day, all they'll remember her is as the one who has short temper. Build your good deeds, little girl but trust me, it'll never cover up your flaws. You can keep on begging, keep on pleading but you'll never get it. Unlike the youngest, a little cry or even a little whisper will be heard. One wimp, one cry, you can have anything you ask for. Be it gold or be it copper. Or even unlike the eldest, no matter what she did or didn't do; their prayers will always be with her. Their blessings will always be with her. Their best will always be given to her: no questions asked. Now these...these are my dears, the perks of being the middle sister. Forgotten for being good, remembered for being troubled.
