Elizabeth Vaughn

The Unfavorite

I don’t think that I was ever my parents’ favorite child. It’s not like they didn’t love me, but they just never loved me quite as much as my brother. It’s something that I’ve noticed all my life. I also feel like other family members noticed it, too, they just never said anything directly to my parents about it. Whether it would be a comment on how my mom “babied” my younger brother, or other relatives going the extra mile for me, specifically. I’ve especially noticed it now as an adult, since my relatives could cut out the middleman, i.e., my parents.