No! God! Remember me! That is my car being tragically towed away at the request of my dad. But how did we get here? I’m supposed to be the favorite. Zoey, you are the apple of my eye. I’m gonna hashtag it, “#LovingMyDaddysGrilledCheese.” I mean, if that’s what you wanna do. So, maybe I haven’t been a saint since I got to college. Listen, before you get all judgy, I am handling it. Everything is fine. They put me on academic probation because I came clean and told them I was cheating on my chem final— What? Zoey, who are you? Okay, I’m not handling it. This lifestyle … I’m cutting you off, Zoey. So, that’s where we’re at. Your girl is basically a rags to riches story, but, like, the other way around. I feel so unloved. Is this how my other siblings feel?