I loathe when you go through my baby pictures.
It's more embarrassing than having to meet with your parents' friends and have them talk about how much you've grown.
And why would you always say yes when my mum asked you if you wanted to look at my old photos?
Having to look at you who's busy immersing himself in the pictures of my old messy self is just horrid.
I loathe when you laugh at them.
