r mouth to protest and reclaim the spotlight.

But no one was looking at her. No one was listening. She was nothing more than background noise.

For the first time in her life, she was invisible.

Mia’s face turned red. She turned to our parents, waiting for them to FIX IT. And my mother did exactly what I expected.

She straightened her back, her voice sharp with forced authority.

“Alright, enough of this nonsense. Mia is here too! No matter what, she’s special… she’s our miracle!

She’s been through so much, but you remember only Brit.”

“Through what exactly?” Helen challenged. “Through getting everything she ever wanted? Through destroying her sister’s happiness just because she could?”

My father nodded in agreement with Mom.

“She’s always been the light of this family. She deserves respect too.”

That’s when Pit stood up. His chair scraped loudly against the floor as he placed both hands on the table and leaned forward.

“Respect?” He let out a short, bitter laugh.

“You want us to RESPECT Mia? For what? For stealing everything Brit ever loved?

For humiliating her every chance she got? For proving, over and over, that no matter what Brit did, she would take it from her?”

Mia’s face went scarlet.

Pit turned to my father, his eyes sharp. “You keep calling her the light of this family, but tell me… who has she ever TRULY cared for?

Not Brit. Not you. Not even me, considering how much time she spent trying to flirt with me.

Did you know about that? How she cornered me at the Christmas party, trying to ‘prove’ she could take me from Brit too?”

“That’s not… I never —” Mia sputtered, but Pit wasn’t finished.

“You know what the difference is between you and Brit?” he continued, his voice cutting through her protests. “Brit builds people up.

And you? You only know how to tear them down to make yourself feel bigger.”

Mia’s jaw dropped.

Pit exhaled through his nose and shook his head. “You both created this.

You let her believe she could do whatever she wanted without consequences. And now, she’s exactly what you raised her to be.”

A heavy silence fell over the table. My parents looked stunned.

My mother opened and closed her mouth, searching for a defense, but she had NOTHING.

Because what could they say? The truth had finally been spoken. And this time, no one was willing to ignore it.

Mia shot to her feet so fast her chair tipped over.

“You’re all against me!” she shrieked. “You’re jealous! I’ve always been the special one!

I always WILL be!”

No one reacted or argued. She waited. And waited.

But no defense came. For the first time in her life, she was truly alone.

With a strangled noise, she spun on her heel and stormed out, slamming the door behind her.

Silence stretched. Then soft laughter replaced it.

I looked over.

Brit was wiping her eyes, but she was smiling.

“You know,” she said softly, one hand resting on her belly, “I spent so many years thinking I wasn’t enough. That there was something wrong with me. But looking around this table now, seeing all of you stand up for me…” Her voice cracked.

“I finally understand that I was never the problem.”

Pit wrapped his arm around her shoulders, pressing a kiss to her temple. “You were always more than enough, love. Some people were just too blind to see it.”

“The baby kicked,” Brit whispered suddenly, her eyes lighting up.

She reached for Pit’s hand, placing it on her belly. “Feel that? It’s like she knows she’s surrounded by love.”

I watched as the family gathered around them, hands reaching out to feel the baby’s movements, faces glowing with joy and wonder.

Even our parents stood back, looking lost, perhaps finally realizing what their favoritism had cost them.

And suddenly, I realized something: for the first time in years, Brit wasn’t the forgotten sister. She was the one who mattered most.

And this time, the whole family finally saw it. Not just saw it, they celebrated and honored it.

As I watched my sister’s face glow with happiness, surrounded by people who truly loved her, I knew that sometimes the best families aren’t the ones we’re born into, but the ones we build through love, kindness, and truth.

The baby would be born into a family that had finally learned its lesson.

A family that understood that true love doesn’t play favorites… it lifts everyone up, together. And Brit would never be invisible again.

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