As time passed, a relative remembered me. "Janet has been home for half a day, why hasn't Carol returned yet? Didn't they both get married on the same day?"
My father clicked his tongue in annoyance, "Who knows, she's probably just trying to put on airs again. That girl has always been the one to worry us the most."
My mother added, "Remember that time when we were going to the amusement park, and the whole family was waiting in the car just for her?"
"On such a joyful day, don't worry about her."
But it was my sister who was late that time.
I had been sitting obediently beside my mother.
When my sister finally showed up with her school bag, my mother secretly pinched me and shouted.
"Carol, why are you dawdling? Hurry up and get over here."
That was when I understood that in the eyes of my parents, my sister and I were not the same.
The atmosphere became lively again, everyone surrounded my sister, my mother touched my sister's face and asked if she was happy, my father pushed imported fruits towards her, and her newlywed husband looked at her with loving eyes.
My sister enjoyed the care and love of everyone.
Meanwhile, I lay cold and alone on the floor, forgotten by everyone.
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