I can relate to this, a LOT. Because the first person to do this to me was my mom. But understand I love my mom and I understand education means a lot to people these days. Also, understand that for me I used to be that deliquiate kid. The one outshined by their older sibling's grades, career choice. Hell, even hair her hair reaches past her waist. While I was that kid who had detention twice a week because I couldn't get to class on time. I couldn't get to class on time because I had to put my backpack in a locker then grab my stuff and get to class. Then on top of that, I was being bullied.
When I tried to tell my sister I was being bullied by a specific girl I will not name. She didn't even believe me. My older sister instead befriended said the bully girl and would talk to her more than she would to me in a day.
With this in mind, I can begin to explain that around the same time I was inspired to write. I saw how a lot of my sisters, my mother's time were invested all into school and books. So I thought if I wrote a story interesting enough. I could finally have some of that sweet attention.
And it worked....kind of.
My older sister took more interest in my mom. My mom was just like "Oh that's nice." and then went back to doing homework.
At first, I wrote the story on paper. Then I typed it on my phone. Then I earned enough money to get a laptop and began working on the story there. This happened over two years. I came to my mom again and asked if she wanted to read some of what I wrote.
She looked at me with surprise and said, "Oh, I didn't know you were still writing that same story. ill look at it later."
So I thought I just wasn't writing well enough. So I worked on my craft more and more, over the next five years. She still hadn't read it. yet she had time to do so much more. until I came to the idea of...What if I read it to her.
So I convinced her that she could do homework while I read her the story out loud. This took six months to do.
At the end when I told her the grand reveal woven in the text. She looked at me with wide eyes and said it was one of the cutest stories she ever heard.
Still to this day, neither my older sister nor my mom has fully read the story themselves.
I've posted the story online now, and people help me. The actually have read the story and it makes me feel disheartened at times knowing that.
I've been working on the same story for 7 year and I realized. Most authors want to make others feel loved. All I wanted my book to do was make me feel loved.