Hero

I always wished that that my brother would be the kind of brother that would watch over me. Treat me like the brothers on the Brady Bunch or Partridge Family treated thier sisters. Instead I got a brother that started sniffing paint at a very young age,and was in and out of jail his whole life. Until the day he died. I was an adult when he died, and this might sound awful, but a relief came over me when we found out that he was dead. With him always high, and my dad drunk it made for a very scary scene. My dad always had to show how much stronger he was than my brother by arm wrestling, this almost always turned into very violent fist fights that my brother surly would have won had it not been for my older sister's coming to my dad defense. They would have knocked down drag out fights with my brother just to keep him away from my dad. So instead of my brother protecting the family, it was my sisters. Days like these became the norm.

This is weird, because my brother got everything from my dad, name brand clothes, t.v's, bikes, and cars. I can't tell you how many times his bike got so called stolen, but it didn't matter my dad would replace it, and when he was old enough to drive, same thing with cars. Stolen or crashed they would get replaced. When it came to us girls I can't remember ever having a bike, or toys, or for that matter a car when we got older that was bought for us.