Growing up, my older sister Brit was always pushed into the background, eclipsed by our younger sister, Mia — the “miracle child.” Nothing Brit did seemed to matter; her accomplishments were overlooked, her goals brushed aside, while Mia was praised for even the tiniest thing.
Over time, Mia took everything from Brit — her happiness, her hobbies, and eventually even her boyfriend. In the end, Brit left our family behind and set out to create a life on her own.
She eventually found love, healing, and a sense of peace. But when she came back for a family dinner — pregnant and optimistic — Mia couldn’t resist trying to grab the attention again, throwing out snide comments and smug little digs.
This time, though, something was different. One after another, our relatives spoke up — not in Mia’s defense, but in Brit’s. They began sharing moments when Brit had supported them, lifted them up, and shown them unwavering kindness during their hardest times.
For the first time, the spotlight shifted to the person who truly deserved it.