Epilogue
“Please understand, you’re the eldest.”
“Give it to them, you have plenty of those even before your sibling came.”
“You do it, because you’re the big one.”
“You’re the older sister, you should be the one to give way.”
Over and over again. Words that left deep marks on the young mind of Nesa, a thirteen-year-old girl, the eldest of three siblings. She didn’t understand why she always had to be the one to understand, to give in, to sacrifice.
They lived in a small house made of wood, its walls lined with palm leaves, and with only one room. Inside, there was a single bed for her mother and father, and a bamboo cot for the three siblings. On one side of the room, boxes of their clothes were stacked. And behind the door, sat Nesa, quietly crying.
“I’m always the one getting scolded… even when it’s not my fault. I want to run away from this house. They don’t even love me,” she whispered to herself as tears streamed down her cheeks. Just earlier, her mother scolded her again — without even asking what really happened.
It was always like this. Whenever her siblings made mistakes, she still got blamed. Even when it wasn’t her fault, she was dragged into trouble. Whenever they fought, she was always told to be the one to give in — because she was the eldest. And her siblings? They never got punished, because “they’re still young.”
At such a young age, she couldn’t understand this kind of world. All she knew was, why did it feel like her parents loved her siblings more than her? Why did it feel like she was the only one who wasn’t allowed to make mistakes?
“I don’t want to stay in this house anymore…” she murmured, barely audible to anyone.
Night after night, she cried in silence. And even though everyone could hear her, no one came to comfort her, no one asked why she was hurting. No one said, “We understand you, my child.” No one taught her how to forgive and understand without breaking her own heart.
If only someone had told her she was loved, maybe she wouldn’t have felt this deep sadness. If only someone had hugged her and said she wasn’t alone, maybe she wouldn’t have thought about running away.
But instead, she learned to hide everything. She learned to smile even when her heart was drowning in tears. She learned to be strong — because who else could she depend on, if not herself?
Years passed, but she carried the weight of being the eldest — the responsibility she never asked for, the pain she couldn’t explain, and the silence that slowly consumed her.
“Why is it like this? I’m the eldest, but I’m always the one left alone.”
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