When your first child turns out to be a failure,
don't expect the other one to come running.

Years of neglect had hardened her,
training her to become a cold, silent child.

She had been deprived of her childhood,
always ignored or forgotten about,
abused and yelled at.

The day she went mute,
nobody cared.

She went on with her life,
living off of her friends,
hearing about their daring adventures,
hoping she could have one of her own.

When her parents had finally figured out
their first child was mediocre at best,
they quickly tried turning to her.

It was too late.

For her entire life she'd went without them,
what makes them think they can just go in now?