A good number of people are probably going to despise me for the decision I’m about to announce. They’ll probably think I’m shallow and superficial, with not an ounce of patience in me. This won’t stop me from this decision.

I’m giving up on my little brother.

It seems as if he’s been brought up in an entirely different world from the one I’m in. I don’t see him eye to eye. We never will. I was brought up with mother’s iron fist, always being told to take up responsibility and to do my duties as the eldest of the family. My little brother was brought up on a more gentle basis, with his mistakes being disregarded and forgiven. He is always left unpunished, unlike me. Perhaps jealousy clouds my judgment, but it shields me from the UV Rays of the sun of over involvement. I’m tired of watching over him. If he doesn’t want to be helped, then I wont.

From now on, he’s nothing but my mother’s child. He’s not my brother.