They used to give me that same love. See it, there? The look in their eyes? Even their words are similar: “Oh, she’s so cute. Ah, look at what she did!” She can do no wrong, and I used to not be able to either. Now, I sit in my bed in the corner of the room, watching. They don’t even care when I make a silly noise or drop my toy at their feet anymore. They haven’t taken pictures of me in days. I heard one of them explaining that they’re worried to put her too close to me because I might get agitated. Well, yeah. Why wouldn’t I be? The baby is home and now I’m an afterthought. I used to be the family baby!