For years, my younger sister Mia stole everything from Brit—her dreams, joy, and even her boyfriend. Our parents favored Mia because she was their “miracle baby,” the one who wasn’t supposed to survive an illness. Brit was just… there. I’m Nick, the middle child caught between two sisters, watching Brit fade into the background.

Growing up, whenever Brit achieved something, it barely registered. But when Mia excelled at soccer or tried something new, she was showered with praise and gifts. Brit once asked, “Am I invisible?” I didn’t have an answer—only a hug. Mia’s jealousy escalated in cruel ways, like cutting Brit’s hair in her sleep. Our parents brushed it off as “fun.”

Brit finally broke away in college after Mia stole her boyfriend. She built a life with Pit, who adored her. When Brit came home pregnant, hopeful for family reconciliation, Mia saw a chance to strike again at dinner. But this time, the family turned on Mia. Cousins and aunts praised Brit’s kindness and sacrifices, while Pit exposed Mia’s selfishness and cruelty.

Mia was left speechless, ignored, and isolated. Our parents tried to defend her, but Pit’s words exposed the truth: Mia had destroyed Brit’s happiness repeatedly. For once, no one defended Mia.

Brit smiled through tears, finally feeling seen. Pit held her close as the baby kicked. Surrounded by love, Brit was no longer invisible. Our family had learned to see her for who she truly was. And this time, they celebrated the sister who mattered most.