Spoiled

“You’re so spoiled!” My siblings call at me. The glee that i received, from the three new pairs of sneakers, gone. I thought of the only pair of sneakers i owned. They’re four years old. They’re tattered and have holes. Then i think of their many pairs of shoes. The ones they refuse to wear because they're ugly. “Am I really that spoiled?”

“Spoiled.” They mutter under their breaths. I simply couldn’t win. It seemed i didn’t deserve anything. The lovely new shirt no longer seemed appealing to me. I thought of all the hand-me-downs I owned. This was my first new shirt in a year. But me having it was simply unfair to them. Their overly stuffed drawers and closets weren’t enough for them.

“You’re the favorite. That’s why you’re so spoiled.” I look at the new 20 dollar bill in my hand. I’d earned it. I’d helped my dad and in turn he payed me. I needed school supplies. A new backpack, a pencil, and journals. But i just wasn't deserving of it.

“Do you need anything?” My parents ask. We’re at the store. Everyone has picked out something to buy. I bow my head in shame. “No, i’m okay.” I respond. Am I really that spoiled?