One Friday morning, I woke up from a weird dream. Here are the parts I remember: In the dream, my sister and I were children again. I asked my dad to take me to a movie. Fast forward a few hours later, and my little sister had just been brought home by my dad after being taken somewhere without me. Unable to keep a secret, she tells me that she and my dad have just been to a movie. I’d been intentionally left behind. I start to cry and though I can barely squeeze the words out of my throat, I say, “I always knew I was the least favorite!” After that I awoke and sort of cried in real life.