Across NYC, eldest daughters are meeting up to unpack the pressure they say never really went away. The “eldest daughter” is not just the one born first.  She’s the one diffusing group chat meltdowns, remembering every family member’s birthday, and absorbing everyone else’s emotions like it’s a full-time job. The only difference? Now she’s doing it as an adult while paying Gotham rent, working nine-to-five, and juggling a calendar that rivals a CEO’s. That quiet, lifelong job description is