I feel so unloved and left out. Growing up my parents would attend my older and younger brothers' sports days and concerts. They came to one of my sports days to buy pancakes, after my items were done. There were photos of my brothers on the walls, none of me. Even now there aren't any photos of me in the house. My mom would drive my older brother to classes, 70km from home three times a week. My dad would take my younger brother to go watch sports, play golf with him. I had to arrange my own transport to university every day. They never took me anywhere so I could pursue my hobbies or passion. I've stopped caring long ago, did my own thing. Yet it still hurts knowing my parents didn't really care about me when I was growing up.