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Now today's first story comes from, I'm going to pronounce this correctly,

Tortuga Traposa who says, am I the asshole for yelling at my family for getting me a birthday

cake I don't want for the 15th year in a row? Unfortunately, I 18 female was born a day after my cousin,

20 female. Ever since I was little, my needs for my birthday were always outshined by hers.

We always did family events to celebrate our birthday since we're the oldest kids in our family,

so we kind of just shared a birthday.

We had the same cake, my family either never wrote my name on it, or would messily scribble

on it last minute.

Party decorations and games catered to her taste, and mostly all gifts would be for her.

I just usually ended up getting a $10 gift card for Walmart or something.

Or she always got dolls, games for a Nintendo DS, and even a puppy one time. I always felt like that

I didn't matter for my birthday. Even my, oh, the word that always haunts me, I will try my best.

Even my Kinthe Aniera fell flat, since my family went all out making my cousin feel like the most

special girl in the world.

But my cousin was always nice to me, and she would give me some of her gifts just to put

a smile on my face.

This year was my 18th birthday, and all my relatives were gathered in one place to celebrate

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