Just Like Everyone Else...

I had a brother once and thanks to him I was nothing more than a mere shooting star who lost its light after crashing to the dark surface of the universe.

he had everything I never had and because of that I agitated all my heart and soul and hated him, despise him because he had everything I could have dream in having.

my mother once told me.

if I won't find anything that could pleased her attention my condition might worsen and I have to stop taking medication just because I couldn't afford to pleased her in any way possible.

my brother was entirely blooded to the man my mother have adored since high school, meanwhile I was developing a scarce relationship between my father who is having a hard paying the remaining hospital bills that my mother didn't seem to care.