Youngest daughter

Yes I was the youngest daughter, the one who had the pink ribbon in her short hair, and cute dimples on her face when her little pouty lips turned into a shining smile, her front crooked teeth out, the little girl with her brown teddy bear in her little chubby arms. But now I'm a walking emptiness in this hollow house, No one's at home, not even a speck of dust to bring me company. My mother calls me a phone addict, but maybe that's the only way I distract myself from the reality and the loneliness in my heart. I'm sitting at the table all alone, My sister's working hard and studying for her exams, my mother's working day till night, my father is now gone, deep under the ground. I eat the food silently while tapping on my phone, yes I'm chatting with my friends, because they're the only company I have at the moment, even if they're miles away from me. Yes I am the youngest daughter, the one who was pampered only till 10, the one with the short boyish hair and tall slim figure, a depressed face with dark circles. No one used to play dolls with me, now no one even have time for me.