I was crushed when my parents forgot to bring me along to the family reunion I helped organise. I had spent weeks preparing and coordinating with my aunts and uncles, excited to see everyone together again after so long. But when the day arrived, my parents left without even giving me a second glance. As I sat alone in my room, scrolling through social media posts of the reunion, I couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of sadness and rejection. It was as if all of my efforts had been for nothing, and no one even noticed my absence. I realized then that I was always the forgotten one in my family, and the thought of that truth weighed heavy on my heart.
