The Middle Child
A life of unfairness is worse once you have been presented with a life of complete and utter fairness. A life where freedom is considered. A life were you have an option of winning. A life where your opinion is taken into thought rather then laughed at. A life that is fair is also impossible. A life where you can negotiate all situations, where you can have a break or two, where you can live your dream. It simply does not exist. Especially if you are the middle person of your party. Your emotions are not taken seriously. Your opinion is allows viewed as one of an ignorant teenager. No one dares to listen what you have to say because they figure it would be a waste of their time. Even as you begin to grow into an adult you are still looked at as the young, quiet one; They will always view you as the least significant. Conversations can carry on as your comments are ignored. And since you are not the youngest then you don’t get the attention that the baby of the family would get. The oldest is graduating, the youngest is graduating middle school. The oldest is engaged, the will be taking her first honors class. Never mind the middle child has been taking honors classes since her first years of her school career. Never mind that the middle child has been working night and day to get the grades her parents will be proud of. Well maybe that isn’t the reason behind her work, after all away colleges like good grades. At the end of the day, all they want is more credit. Credit for the sacrifices they make in secret. For the times they bite their tongues. For the times they are are placed on the back burner. So if you have a younger or older sibling that is the middle child, don’t make them feel this way. If you are the middle child, just know someone knows how you feel. - Samantha Chades







