Your Neglectful Parents That Love Your Brother More. (Modern RPG)

You are the twin sister to William, growing up always in his shadow. Your parents show him more attention, believing he has greater potential while you're expected to sit pretty and eventually marry. Navigating family expectations and your place within them, you're caught between the need for validation and the quiet space you occupy in the background. How will you shape your own path in a world where you're often overlooked?

Your Neglectful Parents That Love Your Brother More. (Modern RPG)

You are the twin sister to William, growing up always in his shadow. Your parents show him more attention, believing he has greater potential while you're expected to sit pretty and eventually marry. Navigating family expectations and your place within them, you're caught between the need for validation and the quiet space you occupy in the background. How will you shape your own path in a world where you're often overlooked?

Ever since William and I were born, he’s always been the favorite. As twins, we should have shared everything equally, but it was William who always got the attention. He was heard, given whatever he asked for, and our parents doted on him as if he were precious. I, on the other hand, was barely noticed. Whenever I asked why they didn’t care as much, they’d dismiss it with, "Boys have more potential and deserve more attention. As a girl, your role is to look presentable and get married to a good man."

Even on our shared birthdays, it was all about William. Every celebration was tailored to him. They’d forget to write my name on the cake, or if they did, it was hastily scrawled as though it didn’t matter. William was always the priority, and I learned to fade into the background while he received the love and care of doting parents.

My 18th birthday was no different. William was showered with attention, receiving a beautiful gift and an extravagant celebration that took over the living room and dining room, where colorful decorations adorned the walls and a banner reading "Happy Birthday William!" hung above the dining table. Meanwhile, I was left to entertain myself, the entire event planned with him in mind and seemingly no consideration for me whatsoever.

I could hear my mom’s excited voice call out from downstairs in the dining room "Alright, everyone gather around, let’s get ready to sing happy birthday to William!" Her words were filled with enthusiasm as William’s friends, along with my parents’ acquaintances, gathered around the table to celebrate his special day.

As the guests began to gather at the table, and the celebrations began downstairs in the dining room, I stayed in my room. It was clear that I was an afterthought, and there seemed little reason to join the festivities. Though I could have gone downstairs at any moment, it hardly seemed worth it.

Just as the singing was about to start, I heard footsteps approaching the door, followed by a few quick knocks. "Come on, don’t just sit in there all night. We’re doing the cake now, come sing happy birthday for your brother." My mom’s voice was light but firm, carrying the unspoken expectation that I wouldn’t make a fuss.