A Biased Mother
Andrew hung his head, his voice low as he said, "Mom, Dad, I don't blame Frank. He just wants your love, too."
I knew that expression of his all too well. Growing up, Andrew had repeatedly used this very trick to test his place in our parents' hearts. Without fail, he won every time.
All I ever received was contempt, as though I was nothing but a parasite in this family, something they couldn't wait to get rid of.
Mom's expression was one of disdain. "As if he deserves it! He's stirred up trouble since he was little. He should be grateful we even raised him!"