My uncle never seems to find pride in anything I do, but he’s so proud of my little brother, who has never done anything in his life except eat and whine. My uncle was a war hero and has a lot of connections and always gives my undeserving little brother awesome gifts. He’s gotten army hats, cop jackets, bullet-proof vests, and countless knives. What have I gotten? Nothing. I was the kid who was brave enough to get on an overbooked, 14 hour flight alone to come to see him and the rest my family. My brother cried when I left. I was the kid who managed to get straight As in classes being taught to people two years older than me while being a huge part of my student council. My brother barely passed his regular classes. I see no other reason why my uncle would favor my violent, childish brother over me other than the fact that I’m a girl. And I just think that’s sick.