"See that?" Joseph points to the TV. "Look at her fitness! You should be more like that! Fit!"
A 20-year-old Prometheus angrily types these exact words in his own book.
"You shouldn't be fat! That's gluttony according to the Bible!"
"Have you ever considered that Kariel, someone who's borderline depressed and right now, having a fever, is still being forced to study by Mom?" asked Prometheus, squinting his eyes.
"Fun? Fun isn't eating pork outside!"
"You were eating like a pig as well."
"Yeah! Like assholes!"
"'Us?'"
"...holes!"
"Dad!" Prometheus facepalmed. "LOOK AT HIM!!!" Prometheus points to his younger brother, who depressingly reads his textbook. "I only WANTED him to eat out with me for TWO HOURS. TWO... HE HAS SIX TO EIGHT HOURS OF STUDYING!!!" 243
"He got 75 in Filipino," said Mary, his mother. "If he gets zero in any subject, they could fail him. He'll repeat a year. He'll have new friends. He'll get more depressed."
"Dad. Mom. I get that. BUT GIVE HIM A BREAK!!! The kid drinks anti-depressants at this point and you're getting mad at me for giving him some time to have fun," said Prometheus. "I REALLY DON'T THINK YOU SHOULD-!!!"
"Don't raise your voice," said Mary.
"STOP-!!!" Prometheus slams the table. He grabs his laptop. "I'm outta here. You're both psychos. If he grows up resenting you in the future, that's on you."
"No, he won't! He loves me!" smiled Mary, as Kariel pushed her away.
"Yeah? Well I already despise both of you for what you did to me," said Miguel, walking upstairs.
Now... forty-four years later...
"Any response from Kariel?" asked Annalisa, as Prometheus sat down on the couch.
Prometheus sits next to her.= "Nope..." sighed Prometheus. "He's completely ignoring our messages."
"Maybe it isn't a good idea to ask him to go home to the house he was educationally and academically abused in."
"Wasn't he a special-... Differently-abled?" asked Miguel.
"Yeah. We all are in this shit family," sighed Prometheus. "(I canNOT wait to get the fuck outta here...)"
*ding, dong!*
Prometheus opens the gate door and sees Kariel.
Kariel immediately hugs Prometheus. "KUYA!!! I WUV YOU I WUV YOU I WUV YOU I WUV YOU I WUV YOU I WUV YOU I WUV YOU I WUV YOU I WUV YOU I WUV YOU I WUV YOU-!!!"
"Get the hell off of me," said Prometheus, annoyed as his brother rubbed his face on his belly.
"Aw!" yelled Kariel, getting sad and giving sad puppy eyes.
"Tch-! I LOVE YOU TOO!!! JUST GET OFF ME!!! WE'RE TWO OLD MEN NEARING THEIR SENIORSHIP!!! WE'RE NOT LITTLE KIDS ANYMORE!!!"
"Okay, big brother Kuya!" smiled Kariel. "But...! No... Technically, because of the Earth's mutagenic properties, I'm still in my 20s! Making you a Middle-Aged Man!"
"I'M AT LEAST 27!!! GET OFF!!!" roared Prometheus.
Kariel's wife, Lee, pulls him away. "Hello, Mr. Prometheus!"
"Hello, Lee. It's uh... A pleasure..." he shook her hand. "Sorry. I put glue all over my hands to rip off the artificial skin and act like Spider-Man." 244
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