I may be the second child and a daughter, but I am still my father’s favourite. He is indulgent, loving and generous. All my father’s expectations are on my older brother. He will carry the family name, he will marry well, he will build my father’s legacy.
My brother is also quite talented, though many don’t see as they are usually looking at me. Ethan can paint, draw and write poetry. But my father loves to watch my brother play the piano while I practice my magic. He knows that when Ethan is playing, I am usually in the room as well.
‘Again, my child, show me how you move your books in time to your brothers’ song.’ My father looks at me with a grin on his face and a gleam in his eye. I giggle and lift my hand as a book from the shelf moves towards me. My brother turns from the piano t
