I never chose to be a sister. I couldn’t speak when my sister was born (I was two), but I’m pretty sure that if you’d asked me if I wanted to remain the centre of my parents’ attention or share it with a tiny, screaming bundle of black curls and chubby fists, I would have chosen the former.
In many ways, I am the typical elder daughter. We have gained a reputation for being the organisers of the family, the responsible ones. Headstrong and sensible, while the younger siblings get to have all the fun. Dutiful, uncomplaining bearers of familial expectations.
And now we’re finally being recognised as such. The hashtag #eldestdaughter has taken over TikTok in the past few weeks, as people have woken
