I clean my room. I fold my clothes.
I change my socks. I blow my own nose.

I groom my head. I make my bed.
But my parents notice my twin brother's abilities instead.

Kevin is ten. So am I. I thought they loved him the most,
So I asked them, WHY?

They gave me time to talk to them in privacy.
They both sat down to talk with me.

My words were soft. My cheeks were red.
Blinking through tears, here's what I said.

"You always notice Kevin. He's all you ever see.
Does this mean you love Kevin more than you love me?"

With me in the middle, we sat on my bed.
Mom kissed my cheek, as Dad rubbed my head.

"We always notice the things that you do.
We don't love Kevin any more than we love you."
Your brother came to us shortly before you came today.
You two are the same. You think the same way."

"His words were soft. His cheeks were red too.
His eyes were watery. And he sounded like you.
He sat in the middle. We sat on his bed.
Blinking through tears, here's what he said."

"You always notice Devin. He's all you ever see.
Does this mean you love Devin, more than you love me?"