Mine was when I turned 13. My sister, who is several years older than me, had a baby on my 13th birthday. The day that I became a teenager was also the day that I became an uncle. But it was also the day that my parents all but forgot about me. There was so much fuss about my sister leading up to the birth of her baby that my birthday was basically forgotten about. No presents. No party. No special dinner. No cake. Just sitting in a hospital waiting room for hours. It didn’t stop there. All holidays for the next year revolved around the baby. It was her first holiday. Halloween. Thanksgiving. Christmas. Easter. It was all about the baby. The new grandchild. My 14th birthday. Non existent. The baby’s 1st birthday. This trend would continue. Every holiday. Every birthday. And all these years later, I can specifically point to my 13th birthday as the day my childhood ended. submitted by /u/krzysztofgetthewings
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