The first bundle of joy and hurt

My first bundle of joy and hurt came packed in a cute little girl called sister. She is the person who i love and hurt the most.She is also the person who has hurted me a lot. She was born on 1992 and i felt so happy when i saw my aunt holding a tiny little baby.I hurt my foot on the way to see her. Call it timing or warning,She is one of a kind. The trouble came in the form of jealousy.Every new baby is the star of the family. That does not mean they hate the elder one. I only wish i had understood this much earlier.
I wish my parents were more sensitive to my feeling back then and less now. All for good. I grew in my own world of hurt and insecurities. I felt noone loved me. I became emotionally weak then and indifferent now.It did take some time to gain self confidence.I dont hold a grudge for anyone though i wish i did.I became different.
Still i love and hate my sister a lot .But the hate now is not due to childhood traumas. It is much more

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