I have lived around him all my life, but the love I was supposed to get never came. ThatÂ's how I feel. He says he loves me and my brother equally, so why is it that my brother is so much more important than me. Why can he do thing and itÂ's acceptable, bur when I do it, hell comes to visit.
I have always tried to treat people with respect and care, IÂ'm a good student and, if I may say so, one of the best dancers in my school. But it doesnÂ't seem to matter, because my brother can drive a tractor. And he doesnÂ'Â't need loyalty, like I do. He thinks itÂ's all going to be okey if he just buys an expensive gift. He bought me a laptop for christmas, even thoough I said I didnÂ't want anything from him.
He doesnÂ't respect any one of us at home, acts like he own the place, but he doesnÂ't. My dear mother has taken care of me and my brother allways, and I love her, but I just canÂ't live here. I need to get away from him.

He has always said: I have two children.
But I have never been able to say: I have two parents.