The Burden of Being Firstborn

I’m the eldest in my family, always the one who has to set a good example. While everyone else gets to be reckless and wild with their youth, I have to watch over them and keep things under control. Sometimes it feels like I’ve missed out on all the fun, but that’s the price of being the oldest, right? Today, I just can’t shake this feeling of loneliness. It’s not about jealousy or resentment, more a sense of quiet sadness knowing that my childhood is long gone, and now there are responsibilities that I didn’t choose but can’t escape.