As I came back home that day, I was surprised to see my elder brother, Kelvin, in our parlor. A lighter was in one hand, a cigarette in the other. I wasn’t shocked though.He was never the academic type, so he didn’t even have a middle school certificate. Back then, before Dad fell ill, people always compared us. That comparison hurt his ego a few times, but it didn’t really mess with our bond as siblings.I remember one time, back in grade four, when I won the national quiz competition. There were cash prizes, loads of gifts, and even random admirers celebrating me. I came home so excited to share the news with my parents and my only brother.“Congratulations, OliOli. You’ve made us proud again,” Kelvin said, patting me on the shoulder lightly.We had that kind of sibling relationship where you didn’t have to say too much to feel close.“Thanks, big bro. The win is for the family,” I said with a proud smile.But just as I was still talking, Dad cut in sharply.“You keep smoking and f
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