It’s just kind of hard being a middle child

“My first ever memory of my dad was the day he lost me. Every year we would go to the Ostrich Festival, but the first year, I had been walking through the festival with my father and at a certain point he lost me. I asked some family to help me, and I can barely remember them taking me to the festival office and holding me until he arrived. I was so scared and that’s probably why I remember it at all though. My dad and I still aren’t close. But it’s okay because I have a strong relationship with my mom and siblings. My little brother just had his birthday. I’m so proud of him. And I’m proud of my bigger sister too… she’s doing great things. It’s just kind of hard being a middle child is all

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