Introduction

Introduction:

My parents aren't around much. Honestly, it feels like they're more like strangers who show up a few times a year rather than actual family. My dad is always busy. He started this massive law firm with his best friend when he was in his twenties, and now he's practically swimming in money. He's one of those guys who can walk into a room and make everyone stop and listen, but the thing is, he's never around long enough for me to really know him. When he does come home, it's for big holidays or events, but even then, he's distant, like he's more focused on his next deal or client than on us. He pays all of the bills and makes sure we have everything we need but is never emotionally there for us.

Mum's a different story. She's... well, I guess you'd call her a gold digger. She married my dad for his money, and it's pretty obvious that's all she really cares about. She's never been warm or loving not to any of us boys but with me, it's worse. She had six sons, but she always wanted a daughter. I think she resents us for not being what she wanted. But with me, it's like I'm the biggest disappointment of all. When I was born, there were complications with the birth as I was born premature. My mum had to have surgery, and after that, she couldn't have any more kids. She's made it clear that she blames me for that, like it's my fault she can't have the daughter she always wanted.

She's cruel, especially to me. She's always making cutting remarks, always looking at me like I'm some kind of mistake. I'm 15, but I look younger. People say I look like I'm 12 as I have a baby face and are really short. I'm shy and awkward, and being around her makes me feel even smaller. It's like she enjoys making me feel worthless. My older brothers have always been my protectors, my guardians. They're the ones who've raised me, really. When Mom and Dad are off living their lives, my brothers are the ones who make sure I'm okay. They're overprotective, maybe a little too much sometimes and theory baby me a lot, but I know it's because they care. They've always been there to shield me from Mom's cruelty, to pick up the pieces when her words cut too deep.

But no matter how much they try to help, it's hard not to feel like I'm the reason everything went wrong. Like I'm the reason Mom is the way she is. I wish I could be stronger, more confident, but it's hard when you've spent your whole life feeling like you're nothing more than a mistake. My brothers are my world, but there's always this voice in the back of my head telling me that I don't belong, that I'm just a burden they have to carry.

The is my life as the younger brother in a house of 5 other boys who are all older than me.

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*EMMA HETHRON*