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I am the

Favorite

Child, though

Not my mom’s favorite

Nor my dad’s.

I am my

Grandma’s favorite

Grandchild.

It isn’t even a

Secret, me and my cousin

Can clearly see she

Loves me

More.

I hate it.

She treats me

Like I’m

Five, which,

I am in fact

Not five.

My cousin doesn’t

Hate me for being the

Favorite,

Not even dislikes me.

We laugh about

How she treats me

Verses him.

We compare

How she acts

When we do

Something

And then

Giggle.