Living With the Boy Who Hated Me
Foxfighteri will not return to my familymy senior brother is too steadymy three annoying brothersmy in-laws are obsessed with me
None of us did, but I could tell he was already cultivating a deep, systemic hatred for our new reality.
He had an inherent disgust for anything that resembled charity or a handout. Personally, I wasn't a fan of it either, but I possessed the pragmatic understanding that occasionally, you have to swallow your pride and accept help if you want to keep your head above water. Unfortunately, that specific brand of survival logic was entirely absent from my older brother's worldview.
I could see the writing on the wall: he had already written off this entire estate, the family living inside it, and the town as a whole.