My life used to be perfect. It was this way until I was four years old, until, one spring afternoon my baby sister was born. Life as I knew it was over. Jordan was the bain of my existence. Better at absolutely everything; smarter, younger and therefore cuter, faster, stronger, braver, kinder. From the moment she was born, I have always competed with her from behind, locked in the shadow of her ever growing glory.

It took a long time to learn to be kind to Jordan, to understand it wasn’t her fault she was born and it wasn’t her fault she was naturally super smart, cuter, stronger, braver, kinder. I put in a lot of hard work into learning to tolerate her. I spent time in self-reflection and had a lot of internal dialogue. And now I can display a kindness to my younger sister that...

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