Sometimes - okay, all the time - she felt like the ultimate middle child. No one hated her, like they did Monday. No one adored her, like they did Friday. No one put religious significance on her, like they did Saturday and Sunday. No one valued her as a pop culture reference, asking "Is it Thursday yet?" or making Addams Family jokes. She wasn't a goal or something to celebrate. She was forgotten. Sometimes she wondered what would happen if she just disappeared.