As a middle child, my father thought that I can take care of myself but he doesn't realize that I'm a human too and I've a feeling too.
Sometimes I'm fine but there's a time that I'm a little bit jealous of my sisters that being treat nicely. When I'm sick or in trouble, he expect me to look for myself and when my sisters sick, he expect me to take care of them too. And when they had a problem, my father will help them to solved everything and I need to solved everything by myself.
And I regret everything in my past actually.
I could act pampered but I didn't. I should throw out my tantrum but I didn't. When I didn't like or like something, I just kept quiet. In the end, even my parents didn't know how to handle me.
I think that's why my parents thought that I'm mature enough to take care of myself and handle my own problem.
