My childhood wasn’t like many others’ my age. As the eldest daughter in an immigrant family, throughout my child and teenage years, I unfairly took on roles of a babysitter to my siblings, translator to my parents and, in some ways, became a parent to myself. An article in The Independent helpfully defines Eldest Daughter Syndrome as the ‘signs that fem…
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