For years, my younger sister Mia took everything from Brit, our older sister — her dreams, her joy, even her boyfriend — while our parents excused it as “just Mia being special.” Brit finally cut ties and built her own life, but when she returned pregnant and hopeful for a family dinner, Mia tried to humiliate her one last time.

In front of everyone, Mia raised her glass and mocked Brit for “losing her ex” and “competing with her all her life.” But before Brit could respond, something incredible happened — one by one, our relatives stood to toast Brit instead. They recalled all the times she had been there for them: tutoring, comforting, helping, and giving selflessly while never asking for anything back.

For the first time, the spotlight shifted. Brit wasn’t invisible — Mia was. Even Pit, Brit’s husband, spoke up, exposing Mia’s cruelty and our parents’ years of favoritism. Mia stormed out in a rage, but no one followed.

Brit sat there, stunned, tears in her eyes but a smile on her face. “I finally understand… I was never the problem.”

That night, surrounded by love and respect, Brit reclaimed her place in the family. And Mia? She was left alone with the emptiness she had created.