Heard Everyone, Heard by None
They always say the youngest child is the spoiled one but honestly, I’ve never understood why, because that was never my reality.
In my life, everyone around me, my parents, my sister, my brother-in-law, my friends they all come to me. They sit with me, open up, and pour out their hearts about their lives, their struggles, their worries. And despite being so much younger than all of them, I became the one they trusted. The one they leaned on. In a way, that means the world to me.
But sometimes… it quietly breaks me.
Because at the end of every conversation, after I’ve listened, after I’ve cared, after I’ve held space for everyone else’s pain. No one turns around and asks, “How are you?” No one wonders how my day was. No one stops to think that maybe I’m carrying something too.
And that silence? That overlooked, unasked question? It hurts more than words ever could.