All my life I felt like an intruder in my own home. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/86c551/620x0/1/0/2025/03/17/wptl2Gyz7z0df1tgvcldpwctvt88palbl1hgg8.jpg" alt = "woman @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (56,61,61,1)" > < p > My parents had two children, but only one really loved one.

< p > My sister was an apple of my mother's head.

< p > wise, talented, beautiful.

< p > I ?

< p > forever insufficient.

< p > not so pretty.

< p > not so wise.

< p > not so important.

< p > I grew up in the shade.

< p > family meetings at which everyone was delighted with sister.

< p > holidays, when there was always less tenderness for me, less gift & oacute; in, less space at the table.

< p > I did not ask & why ? & ~ rdquo;.

< p > I just accepted that I would never be valid for them.

< p > and then I grew up.

< p > I left.

< p > I built my life without them.

< p > I worked on days and nights, I studied, I fought for myself.

< p > I had no one who would help me.

< p > but when I was successful, I understood something else.

< p > they didn't have it either.

< p > I received the first phone from my mother after ten years of silence.

< p > — C & oacute; reczko! How are you ? We haven't seen each other for a long time!

< p > I felt something suffocating me.

< p > & bdquo; c & oacute; reczko & ?

< P >When she last called me ?

< p > I didn't remember.

< p > We met a week p & oacute;

< p > Mama and Dad suddenly had time for me.

< p > sat opposite me, smiling, caring.

< p > — We are proud of you — said my father who was looking at me all his life with indifference.

< p > — I have always believed that you would go far — She added her mother, as if her previous years of silence never existed.

< p > I was ready to believe that maybe they changed.

< p > that maybe they love me.

< p > and then it made one sentence.

< p > — We now stand a little worse with money & hellip;

< p > I leaned on the back of the chair.

< p > my heart pounded in my breast, but not by emotion.

< p > with rage.

< p > — So that's why I am suddenly for you C & Amp; Oacute; RKI ?

< p > — How much you can, how can you m & oacute; 63 ~

< p > — Because all your life you have never called me that.

< p > suddenly everything became clear.

< p > they did not call because they missed.

< p > they did not meet me because they wanted to rebuild the bond.

< p > just because I had money.

< p > because I became valuable.

< p > because in the end I could give them something.

< p > I got up from the chair.

< p > — You have your perfect C & Amp; Oacute; RKA. Go to her for help.

< p > — Ale & hellip;

< p > — Thank you that you finally gave me the answer who I am for you.

< p > since then the phone has been silent.

< p > and for the first time in my life I didn't feel lonely.

< p > because it's better not to have a family at all than to have such a family.

Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116