My sister was saying that my brother was the favorite child of mom. I agreed. Mom got mad at both of us and said we should go and live with dad now that my brother is the favorite child. I’ll say that he isn’t the favorite child but sometimes…it feels like it. I’m jealous of him. I guess the jealousy started in 6th grade. I realized that I got a bad math score. I was so worried over my bad grade that I had to tell my mom. I don’t remember what she said but I think it wasn’t anything bad. Then in 7th grade, he started tutoring me when I was struggling in math. Sometimes he got frustrated with me and kicked me out of his room for not understanding. It hurt me so bad.
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