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I folded laundry without being asked.<\/p>\n
I knew exactly how long to leave chicken in the oven because Mom often shouted instructions from the living room while helping my little sister, Sabrina, find her lost sparkly shoes.<\/p>\n
By the time I was six, I could pack Sabrina\u2019s backpack, slice apples for her snack, and braid her hair better than our mother ever did.<\/p>\n
Looking back, I realized they treated me like a tiny adult long before I\u2019d even stopped playing with crayons.<\/p>\n
Sabrina, on the other hand, was the princess.<\/p>\n
That word floated around our household as casually as the scent of Mom\u2019s vanilla candles.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhere\u2019s my princess?\u201d Dad would call out the moment he walked through the door, even if I\u2019d been the one setting the table or hauling grocery bags in from the car.<\/p>\n
Sabrina\u2019s slightest frown was met with soothing voices and gentle hugs.<\/p>\n
My tears were met with a tired sigh\u2014or a reminder that life isn\u2019t always fair.<\/p>\n
Whenever Sabrina and I fought over toys, over space, over something as small as who got the bigger slice of cake, the blame fell on me.<\/p>\n
\u201cYou\u2019re older,\u201d they\u2019d say.<\/p>\n