I was born with six fingers on each hand which didn't really please my mother or the doctors so they chopped off two pinkies and left me with five digits. I was robbed of extra pinky promises and extra support for all the mess life was going to hand me.
I was born the third child. My father ran off with another which didn't really please my mother, but he had two children and now there were five of us. I was robbed of being the only daughter and the youngest child.
I was born the brightest child among my siblings but I could never quite outshine all of my peers (which didn't really please my mother), so instead of being Valedictorian I was ranked number five in my senior class. I was robbed of full ride scholarships and a resounding title.