The favorite child

Always welcomed

Never _ever_ forgotten by family

They get away with things

The others would get killed for

Stuff _I_ would get killed for

They always get attention

Not the kind where family judges you

But the **good** kind, the kind where you feel **loved**

In agruments, their side is always taken

If you agrue with them, just give up

Its useless

They aren’t forgotten

They’re remembered

**And** wanted

Why can’t I be that child?

The one who’s wanted

The one who gets loved

The one who’s side always gets chosen