From the sanctuary of my rooftop, I listened as my family clamored around the dinner table, laughing, joking, and chatting away.
In my usual hideaway, I gazed up at the stars and wondered why I never felt like I fit in anywhere, not even with my own family.
At 15 years old, I felt like a misfit and a burden. I was certain my family would be a lot happier if I weren’t around.Growing up around my siblings was tough.
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