It was not like Lily who chose to be different, it was just what life wanted for her when she grew up. Her sister was not happy with the attention she was getting until she left in September, but even with her away, her parents’ attention wasn’t on her.
Whenever she came back for Christmas and for the summer, she had their undying attention, more than what her sister got during the rest of the year.
Petunia was jealous of her younger sister, she was different, not in a good way, even more than before. But her parents still adored her, even more so than, before they knew of her difference.
She tried to have the best life, marrying a rich man who loved her and gave her all of the attention she wanted, but her parents didn’t react at all, even if she was very young at that time and clearly not in love with the man. Her sister, even when she wasn’t seeing them, was still the favourite.
She got married to a man who kissed the earth she walked and whom she loved as much. She had a group of friends who would die for each other, she got pregnant at the same time as her, but even when her parents received no photos, her son was still their favourite grandson.
And then she died, with all of them, all of her friends. As well as her husband. And had dragged her parents to their demise too. They were dead before her.
Sad, isn’t it?
The only one the family ignored was the one and only to stay alive after all.