As a child, I remember going to volunteer at an orphanage with my school and family. I vividly remember the heat that started to build up in my chest, fired by the jealousy I felt by seeing my mom give another little girl love and attention. I remember thinking “that is what she calls me, not her” when I heard my mom tell her she looked like a beautiful princess and gave her a big hug. But I also remember the sinking feeling in my stomach when my mom realized my reaction, and explained to me...