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“Stop begging for attention,” my parents said when I graduated valedictorian—ten years later, they..

“Stop begging for attention,” my parents said when I graduated valedictorian—ten years later, they were the ones asking for a moment of mine. My name is Celeste Simmons. I’m 28 years old.“Stop begging for attention.” That’s what my father said, champagne in hand, in front of 43 guests—the same week I graduated as valedictorian. That week, my parents threw a party with catered food and a banner hanging in the living room. None of it was for me.I left home that night. I didn’t come back for ten years.Then my sister—the golden child, the one the party was actually for—called me at 1:00 in the morning from a pay phone. She was sobbing. Broke. Homeless. Her license revoked. What she confessed about our parents didn’t just break my heart—it made my blood run cold.Before I go on, take a moment to like and subscribe, but only if you genuinely connect with this story. Drop your city and local time in the comments—I’d love to know where you’re watching from.Now let me take you back to June, ten years ago. A house on Maple Ridge Drive. The week my family fell apart.