I never thought a text from my dad could ruin my week. But that’s how I ended up sitting in my room, crying over a Lego rocket set meant for my little brother’s birthday.Ryan’s only seven, full of life, and he always says, “You’re my favorite person, Britt.” I’ve been at every birthday since he was born. But this year, Dad’s new wife, Melissa, banned me. She said I “took attention away” from him. And my dad—he just went along with it.

I stayed home until Grandpa showed up, telling me, “Grab that gift. You’re his sister. Nobody erases that.” We drove straight to the party.When we walked in, the room froze. Melissa’s face tightened, ready to send me away again. But then Ryan spotted me.“Sissy!” he shouted, running straight into my arms. His smile—pure joy—was worth everything. He tore open the gift, gasping when he saw the rocket set. “My sister got me the best present ever!”

Melissa tried to protest, but Grandpa shut her down. “You don’t get to erase her. Not from this family.” Even Dad finally admitted, “I’m sorry, Britt. I should’ve stood up for you.”Ryan made me sit next to him for cake. Right before blowing out the candles, he whispered, “I wish you’d always be here.”And I will. Because no matter what anyone says, he’s my brother. And I’ll never let anyone make me a stranger in my own family.