'I'm Somebody, Too!'

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A child born in the middle feels slighted by her family; she wants to feel important. This is her story.

Submitted: June 30, 2017

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I often feel as if my family ignores me.  

That is, unless I'm being yelled at or being asked to do something, if not by my parents, but by my older sisters or younger brothers.  It can and often does get frustrating.  Very much so.

I didn't ask to be born in the middle; but that's what happened, so I have had to learn to put up with it and live with it for 11 years.

My name is Calpurnia; most people, they call me Callie.  I live in Johnson City, Texas, with my mama and daddy and also my two older sisters, Capri and Calyssa (13 and 16) and my three little brothers, Cayden, Cash, and Cameron, who are 10, 7, and 2.  Our granny, our Daddy's mama, also lives with us.  

So if I'm not doing things for the family, I'm doing things for Granny, too.  Granny is up in years (she's in her seventies) and has healt problems; she can't get around too well and needs a lot of help when she's not sick or in the hospital.  Add that to taking care of (okay, babysitting) Cash, Cayden, and Cameron, or being bossed around by Capri and Calyssa.  

I often feel that I am overlooked, seen as an afterthought; I feel I've been on this earth to be someone's housemaid or go-fer; seems nobody pays any attention to me other than to babysit, do things, or be yelled at because "I'm not pullin' my weight around" (words from Mama and Daddy, and also Calyssa, not mine).

I don't know why I even bother being a member of this family.  I swear, sometimes, I feel as though I've been adopted into a family instead of being born to them; I get into some hellacious fights with the babies or the two fussbudgets, which is what I call Capri and Calyssa.

I often wish I could just pack up my most important things and shove on outta here, go to my aunt Jackie and Uncle Tex's place; but they live in Beaumont (we live in Fort Worth; it's just too gol-danged far --and too hot, this time of year - to walk).  I'd hitch a ride with a stranger, anything to escape this sorry existence I'm leading; I am a kid, I am not a babysitter or a slave; yet that's exactly how I feel I am being treated; and it seems that Mama or Daddy just don't give a royal hoot about it.

If anybody has any general answers on how I can squash my dilemma, I'm all ears and open to all suggestions.  I'm getting desperate; I know life is worth much more than this one I'm currently living!  Please help me!!!!


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