There is a very strong bond between a mother and her first child. There is a profound understanding between the two of them that the other sibling just can’t relate to.
Does Mom love me more? No.
With that oldest sibling thing comes a weighty sense of duty to watch over a younger sibling, that will probably never go away.
This just seems to be the way it is.
I have 3 half siblings after my parents divorced. Our father is the same but our mothers are all different. The bond with them, sadly, is not as strong with me because I didn’t grow up with any of them.
So sissy, are you listening?
Because you need to understand.
I’m Mom’s favorite.