Middle Child Blues

So yeah, I’m the middle child and I kinda sorta wish my parents would just admit that they only really love the youngest. Like, it’s not even subtle. Birthday presents? Check. Christmas gifts? Double check. But me? Yeah, not so much. And then there was that time they totally forgot about my 16th birthday. Not a card, not an email, nada. I mean, okay, whatever, life goes on. But honestly, every time the family photo album comes out and it’s just pictures of the baby or the oldest talking about how cute they looked as a kid? It gets annoying. Plus, I have this weird thing where I can’t stand wearing hats anymore because my younger sister always wears them cooler than me. Guess being in the middle means you’re the silent one who just observes all the chaos. Fun times.