13/05/2026
I asked my dad to do a DNÃ test on me and my siblings because I didn’t trμst my mom… and her favorite dãughter 😕
My family has never truly been a happy one. My father was a businessman, while my mother worked in the civil service. They had five children, three boys and two girls altogether, and I was the fourth child. But out of all five of us, our parents clearly loved my immediate younger sister the most.
I know most parents usually have a favorite child, but mine made their fav0ritism painfully obvious. Yes, we all know Ogechukwu is the last born of the house, the smartest and most intelligent among us, but was that enough reason for our own parents to treat her so differently?🤷
She was enrolled in one of the most prestigious schools in town while the rest of us attended just any random school they could afford. Whenever she asked for anything, they bought it immediately, but when we asked for the same things, we were told to “manage what we had.”
They celebrated her achievements like national victories, yet ignored our little wins as if they meant nothing. On her birthdays, the whole house came alive with decorations, expensive cakes, and special guests. Meanwhile, ours were barely remembered.
Our mother defended her even when she was clearly wrong. If any of us complained about her behavior, we were accused of being jeal0us or wucked. She got the best clothes, the newest pad…. special treatment😡
Whenever visitors came around, my parents proudly introduced her first, praising her endlessly while the rest of us stood there feeling invisible. It got so bad that even relatives started treating her like she was the only child that truly mattered.
Sometimes, I would lie awake at night wondering if we were really from the same parents… because nothing about the way they treated us ever felt equal.
Their attitude bred hatr£d among us. The four of us disliked her deeply. The boys only pretended to love her so they could μse her to get whatever they wanted from our parents. But I never hid my hatr£d. Right from childhood, I made it obvious that we were rivãls, not sisters.
She was the quiet type, always avoiding arguments and keeping to herself, but somehow that only irritated me more. Sometimes, I deliberately picked fíghts with her over the smallest things just to provoke a reaction, but she rarely did. She would only stare at me with those sad, silent eyes before walking away, and that silence felt like an insult on its own.
There were days I hid her clothes before church service just to watch her panic. Other times, I p0ured water into her juice, t0re pages from her notebooks, or accused her of things she knew nothing about.
However, no matter how bãdly I tried to paint her, our parents loved her even more. Our father could ignore the rest of us for weeks, but the moment Ogechukwu coughed, the whole house would turn μpside down😕
That was the state of our home before that fateful day when I was 17 years old, when I walked in on my mother talking on the phone with a stranger….unknowingly revealing a secret that would destr0y our family forever😭
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