Hey, little me. I wish I could reach back in time and give you a hug.
I know that you feel invisible in your family, and I'm sorry that you are growing up without having your emotional needs met. You deserve to have every one of your needs met.
I want you to know that your parents are doing their best, but it's okay to admit that their best isn't good enough here. I wish that you could feel their love, and one day you will come to know that it was always there.
For now, they are too preoccupied with grown-up issues, and their own childhood wounds get in the way of them expressing or responding to feelings. I see you trying so hard to get their attention, and I feel your hurt when they fail to give it.
I'm glad that you get noticed at school, that your teacher recognizes how bright you are and that you get to feel her caring and approval. Keep on with your love of reading and writing.