When I was little, I never got away with anything.
If my grandparents gave me money, and I accepted it. I was sure fire to get yelled at or spanked.
Whenever something broke. I was yelled at or spanked.
I hit double digits and I got all the chores.
Sweeping, mopping,dishes, I cook half the time, laundry, pet care, and babysitting.
Because, a month after I turned 5. My 'dear' baby brother was born. He was okay for a few days, until he hit his terrible six months. He bit! He scratched! He pulled my hair! He grabbed at my skin!
My parents did NOTHING!
And even at age 7, (nearly 8) he still does stuff to me. Whether my parents are near or not.
For instance
•hits and kicks.
Remember that he's 7 now. And a heck of A lot more athletic than me.
•he makes up stories that I did this and I did that.
And you know what? My parents believe these! And they let him get away with it!
Why does he get it so easy???
And you know what? Now that he's at my little kid age and some years before.
Whenever my grandparents give him money, he accepts it and my parents say
"Wow, you must've been a good boy, if they gave you that!"
Or something. And guess who gets blamed when something breaks???
Me!
And you know what?
Whenever there's one of something left like for say
•cookie
•brownie
•candy
You get the point, anyways. Whenever there's one left. I'll ask for it first and my parents will say
"Your brother gets it because that's just the perks of being the younger sibling." And I can't do a dang thing!
This rant will be continued in the next chapter...
-fangirl416
