Throughout my life, my parents have always stood by my sister. However, my grandmother’s recent actions towards me will forever be etched in my memory.

So, in our family, there were just two daughters: me and Emily. But honestly, everyone could see that Emily was absolutely the golden child. Mum and Dad never tried to hide their preferenceit was clear from the start. From early on, Emily got all the best things, while I basically got whatever was left over. And, I mean, Emily looked exactly like our parentsshe was gorgeous, really striking. Me, on the other hand, I resembled my fathers brother, who wasnt exactly easy on the eye, you know? My parents even used to call me ugly, which stung every single time.

After finishing secondary school, Mum and Dad bought Emily a flat right in the heart of London and got to work renovating it for her. Meanwhile, I was sent to live with my grandmother in her three-bedroom place. Around that time, Gran fell really ill, so every day after school Id rush home to take care of her. One evening, Gran confided in me about her plans to leave her flat to my parents in her will. I kept asking Mum and Dad if they could help out, because it was honestly tough looking after Gran by myself. But they kept saying they were busy sorting Emilys new flat. Just before she passed away, Gran told me shed managed to save a pretty decent sum of money just for me. She insisted I keep it under wraps from Mum and Dad and quietly claim it after she was gone.

After the funeral, my parents tore the whole place apart hunting for Grans savingsthey flipped every drawer, turned over cushions, but found absolutely nothing. By then, Id already bought myself a two-bedroom flat, started fixing it up bit by bit, but I still stayed at Grans for the time being. Two months later, Mum and Dad told me they planned to rent out the flat because Emily needed extra helpher sister, apparently, was having a hard time. Naturally, I asked if I could have my own place, but they just said I was grown-up now and needed to stand on my own two feet. So thats exactly what I did. When my flat was finally ready to move into, I packed up and settled in. I even found a boyfriend, and we were pretty serious.

The funny thing is, as soon as my parents learned Id bought my own place, they started throwing accusations around, calling me a thief! After years of constant insults, I finally told them to leave me alone and cut off all contact. It felt strange at first, but honestly, its relieved a huge weight off my shoulders.