It’s amazing how difficult it is to be firstborn
The second does not understand
They see privilege
Favoritism
Unfairness
Yet being firstborn comes with so much responsibility
It’s built-in
It’s part of the job
It looks like bossiness
But it’s protection
It looks like don’t wanna play
But it’s growing up
It looks like never share
But it’s longing for something
Anything that is exclusively yours
Firstborn means
Being in your own world sometimes
It means different teachers
Different friends
Different likes and dislikes
Different experiences
Different memories
It means moving at a different pace
Moving ahead
And eventually
It means leaving and not coming back
It’s not insensitive
It’s not uncaring
It’s just firstborn