I spent my childhood, teenage years and early adulthood constantly being compared to my brother. Our parents, relatives and friends did nothing but pit us against each other at every turn. Everyone always had to insist that he was better than me, but the funny thing is that, in reality, we were all – and still are – rooting for him. Even I have always known that he’s brilliant. But why was there a need to say at every opportunity that he was/is better than me?
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