As the youngest of three I get the hand me downs, introduction of this is my other daughter, teachers boasting about what angels my siblings were and what a problem I am becoming. The comparison was all most my down fall robbing me of a relationship with my siblings. We were stronger. Sometimes parents mean well but don’t realize the detriment comparison causes. The elder perfect child, the middle attention seeker, and me the the spoiled, entitled one. Looking back the scaring still present the words unforgettable the love of siblings unchanging.