Middle Child Syndrome
So much bad is said about being the middle child. I somewhat
envied the sister in the middle of my family. She had two older and two younger
sisters. Nice and even. I was the youngest for six years until the baby came
along and usurped my position. I wouldn’t want the place of my two oldest
sisters. They kind of forged the way and things were more settled by the time
the youngest and I joined in. However, I always felt invisible between the
commotion of three older sisters and the demands of the baby. Maybe it was me
that felt the middle child syndrome.
Ah,
it dawns on me
I,
too, am a middle child
Yes,
I can be seen
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