Everyone got gifts but me.
It was Christmas Eve at my parents’ house in Toledo, Ohio, the same living room where I had spent childhood holidays trying to earn a kind of attention that never seemed to come naturally in our family. The tree was overloaded with gold ribbon and shining ornaments while the fireplace crackled warmly, and my mother already had her phone angled perfectly for photos she planned to post online.
My name is Allison Fletcher, twenty nine years old, and I work in corporate compliance for a regional banking institution that operates across several Midwestern states. The job is stable, demanding, and well paid, exactly the type of career my parents used to claim they wanted me to have, yet in our household success never mattered as much as being the favorite child.
That honor belonged to my younger brother Tylerand my older sister Melissa, both of whom seemed to receive admiration no matter what decisions they made. Tyler had dropped out of college twice and still earned praise for supposedly discovering himself, while Melissa lived a flashy lifestyle that my mother proudly displayed like an advertisement.
