In that moment, the curse of being the eldest daughter in a brown family was more apparent than ever. You are trained since birth to put others before you, to put family first, while you remain an afterthought even to yourself. All the while, you are also a translator and therapist, advocate and secretary. You are a punching bag and a guinea pig. And you are Atlas. Forced to carry the weight of the world, watching life unfold around you and without you, as you slowly crumble beneath the burden—lonely and weary and forgotten.
