They let Zara, my younger sister, steal from Tessa for years. She stole her dreams, happiness, and partner. Zara attempted one more theft when pregnant and optimistic Tessa returned for a family gathering. Our family wouldn’t let her get away with it.
Nate is the middle child between two sisters. Big sister Tessa and little sister Zara. Zara starred in our parents’ world. She was their miracle baby, who “wasn’t supposed to make it” due to sickness. She survived, thank goodness. And Tessa? She was just present.
As a child, I saw the injustice but couldn’t explain it. I knew that when Tessa received an A+, my parents hardly looked up from their phones, but when Zara was soccer’s “Player of the Week,” they gave her a party.
“Look what I drew, Mom!” One day, Tessa excitedly held out a detailed family photo in the kitchen. Mom said, “That’s nice, honey,” without looking before returning to Zara’s game schedule.
My parents refused to get Tessa an art kit because it was “too pricey.” She adored sketching. A week later, Zara became artistic. Guess who received expensive supplies?
When we were youngsters, Tessa looked at me with a weak voice. “Am I invisible, Nate? I sometimes check the mirror to make sure I’m still alive.”
Her words shook me. I was 10. Not knowing what to say. I hugged her tightly and felt her tears wet my shirt.
Zara’s urge to be “better” than Tessa became nasty by adolescence. Because she could, she took Tessa’s crush. She chopped Tessa’s hair in her sleep and laughed like a joke the following morning.
Mom wiping aside Tessa’s tears, added, “It’s just hair.” It will regrow. Zara was joking.”
Messing around? Broken voice, Tessa. “You call this nonsense? She waited for me to sleep! She—”
Dad interrupted, “Stop being so dramatic.” “Your sister never intended to hurt you.”
Tessa hid her tears for years. Zara snatched her college lover.
The end. Tessa finished. She left everyone and made a life by herself, without us. She was happy with Cole, but we dubbed him “C.J.” He will do everything for her.
Free at last. Till she became pregnant. Our parents suddenly wanted to “reconnect.”
Though unsure, Tessa consented to a family meal. I heard she was cautiously optimistic.
“Maybe they’ve finally changed,” she remarked.
I wanted to believe. Shoulda known better. The reappearance of Tessa allowed Zara to harm her one final time.
Dinner began well that night. Tessa was cautious, C.J. was nervous, and my parents overdid it. Mom kept repeating, “We’re just so happy you’re back, sweetie,” smiling too much.
Zara watched and waited, twisting her wine glass.
“So, Tessa,” she continued, sounding lovely, “how’s the pregnancy going? No issues, hopefully? Given your background of stress, it may be challenging.
C.J. clutched his fork. “She’s doing great, actually.”
Zara attacked while everything were peaceful.
She stood, raised her glass, spouting false sympathy. I know seeing your ex as my spouse is challenging, but thanks for being alright with it. Competing with me must have been tiring, but I applaud your attendance.”
Terrified, Tessa gazed.
His jaw stiffened. I saw his shoulders tense and fingers grasping the table. He would speak. Someone else did it before.
Nora, our cousin, raised her glass first.
Actually, I’d want to toast Tessa.” Her voice was forceful as she turned. “You were the best cousin. I stayed with you throughout college when I had nowhere to go. Remember the night I phoned you at 3 a.m., broken? You traveled two hours to sit with me. Tessa, you rock!”
Then aunt said. Teresa, you were the first to help my kid when he was unwell. You acted immediately. You spent all night in that hospital room telling him tales and making him laugh despite his suffering. This family’s nicest and most unselfish individual has always been you.”
More voices spoke.
“Tessa drove me to job interviews when my car broke down.”
«She helped me arrange my wedding while overwhelmed.»
“She cared for Grandma when no one else did.”
“Remember when you found me crying in the bathroom at prom?” our cousin Quinn said, emotional. “After my date left? You dried my tears, made me seem good, and danced all night. You made me feel important.”
As I saw Tessa’s surprised gaze, I felt a knot in my throat.
Pushing my chair back, I stood. Teresa, you’re the finest sister I could have. You prioritize others even when no one else does. Though you had examinations, you helped me every night when I struggled with arithmetic in high school. But you never complained.”
Individual voices flooded the space. Tessa received a surge of affection and adoration.
Zara sat frozen. She spoke out to protest and seize the focus. Nobody was watching her. Nobody listened. She was background noise. She became invisible for the first time.
Zara flushed. She waited for our parents to repair things. My mom did as anticipated.
Sat up straight, her voice harsh. “Enough of this nonsense. See Zara too! No matter, she’s unique… Our miracle! Tessa has gone through so much, yet you’re just talking about her.”
Through what, exactly? Nora fires back. “Getting everything she wanted? She hurt her sibling because she could?
Dad nodded with Mom. “She’s always been our family’s heart. She deserves respect.”
Then C.J. stood. His chair scratched noisily as he leaned forward with both hands on the table.
“Respect?” He laughed sharply. Want us to respect Zara? For what? For removing everything Tessa ever valued? Every opportunity she could humiliate her? For repeatedly showing that Tessa would take it?”
Zara flushed.
CJ looked at Dad with rage. “You call her the heart of the family, but who has she ever truly cared about? Not Tessa. Not you. Not even me, given her flirting. Known about that? How she confronted me at the Christmas party to ‘prove’ she could take me from Tessa?”
That’s not… I did not— Zara stuttered, but C.J. continued.
He said, “You know what makes Tessa different from you?” piercing through her justifications. People are lifted by Teresa. And you? You just undermine others to boost your self-esteem.”
Zara gasped.
C.J. exhaled and shook his head. You two made this happen. You gave her the impression she could accomplish anything. She’s now what you raised her to be.”
A heavy stillness fell over the table. Mom and dad were shocked. Mom searched her lips for words but found none.
Because what could they say? The truth emerged. This time, no one ignored it.
Zara sprang up so quickly her chair tumbled over. “You’re all against me!” she yelled. Your jealousy! I’ve always been unique! I always am!”
There was no response or argument. She waited. And waited. But nobody supported her. She was finally alone.
She coughed and walked out, slamming the door.
Silence lasted. Soft laughing ensued.
Looked over. Tessa smiled while wiping her tears.
“You know,” she said, palm on abdomen, “I spent so many years thinking I wasn’t enough. Something was wrong with me. As I glance around the table, I see everyone supporting me… Her voice collapsed. “I finally realize I was never the issue.”
C.J. clasped her shoulders and kissed her forehead. Love, you were always enough. Some were too blind to notice.”
“The baby kicked,” Tessa murmured, beaming. She put C.J.’s hand on her tummy. Feel that? She seems to know she’s loved.”
I saw the family gather around them, hands reaching out to feel the baby’s motions, faces beaming. Our parents looked back, bewildered, maybe understanding what their partiality had cost them.
To my surprise, Tessa wasn’t the forgotten sibling after years. She was extremely important.
The entire family witnessed it this time. They witnessed and praised it.
As I saw my sister’s face light up in the company of people who loved her, I realized that sometimes the finest families are built through love, compassion, and truth.
The family had learnt their lesson and will have a kid. A family with genuine love raises everyone up, without favoritism. Never again would Tessa remain unseen.