4
Just like before, Alex was miraculously
healthy on his own birthday. My parents threw
him a lavish party. A stark contrast to my
birthday, where I was left alone. He wore a
little suit, the center of attention, a little
prince. Me? Ignored. They claimed to love us
equally, but the difference was clear for
everyone to see. My parents were truly
something else.
I stayed away from the party, picking at a
small cupcake in a corner. In my first life, I’d
く
raged at their blatant favoritism, triggering
one of Alex’s asthma attacks and earning
myself another scolding. This time, I would
stay out of it.
