The year I turned fourteen, I got a little sister.From then on, I never had a single normal birthday

The year I turned fourteen, I got a little sister. From then on, I never had a single normal birthday. When I turned fifteen, she stomped my cake to mush, and my parents praised her for being lively and bold. When I turned sixteen, she claimed every present my friends gave me as her own, and if I so much as touched one, she hit me. My parents praised her for knowing her own mind. When I turned seventeen, while the whole family was singing "Happy Birthday," she stole the candles and set my room on fire. My parents praised her for being smart. On the morning I turned eighteen, I opened my eyes to find the body of the little stray puppy I always fed lying in the middle of my bed. Terror and grief crashed over me all at once, and my scream was the first sound of the morning. But my parents scolded me for overreacting and praised my sister for being so capable. I couldn't take it anymore. I stormed out the door and wandered around aimlessly until evening, then went home. At the front door, I heard my uncle ask Mom, "Playing favorites like this, aren't you afraid Eli won't feel close to you anymore?" Mom sighed. "We had Pearl so late. We're both getting old, and we won't be earning much longer. Oh... "We have to use these next few years to let Pearl break Eli in, so she'll be able to keep him under her thumb and make him support her!" So it wasn't just favoritism. It was a deliberate plan to break me into obedience, and a cold, calculated scheme. The last of my hope for my family flickered out. And quietly, I started planning my escape.#revengestory #reddit_tiktok #askredditstories #relationship #revengereturns #reddit #drama #revenge #redditstories #redditreadings