"Yeah, yeah. Okay, big brother." My voice was young at the time.
He was the only one that loved me. The one who cared and protected me from any dangers. I loved him so much more than my snobby and careless parents.
Not because my brother wasn't as strict, but because he actually raised me better than my mother and father.
My parents were against my imagination.
They never loved what I created and just tossed my projects aside and said. "Go find a real life." It's reality. They wanted me to be their "perfect-little-angel" but… even though I tried my hardest, my parents were never satisfied.
My father was so strict enough that he abused me because I hit him by saying, "Give up your dreams and die." It was a horrible quote.
A burden that stuck onto me and ruined it. My mother would slap me if she found out I was outside playing with my brother, and starve me if I were to disobey.
